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“How do you know my name?”

Grimm flushed as he nearly dropped Jinx who was busy with the lock. “Hey watch it, Benedict Cumberbatch,” he grumbled.

You would think after three hundred years, give or take a decade, he would learn not to blurt out stuff like that. (before that they would think you were some kind of god and end up worshiping you. It was embarrassing, to say the least.)

“I… uh… I’m Grimm,” he finally stammered out just as a click echoed from the lock. The door swung open and Grimm reached out to guide her, hoping she would forget the question.