[Espy]

"Name? Er...Gabe." Sorry, Gabe, worked myself into a rut here, ahaha...

"...Really now. What's your last name?"

"Oh. Heh. Uhm. Tarlis." Sorry, Mom, I might've just aroused suspicion of my long-lost cousins...

The doorman looked him over, then, after a few long and uncomfortable minutes: "Gabe Tarlis. Records say that you don't exist. If you're not going to be serious about your name, then I want to know the reason you're here. And why do you have a Code on you?"

"Well, you see, there was someone I had to meet here, and I've been traveling for a while under a pseudonym, because, you know, there are a few people out to get me, and...yeah."

"...Very believable that a man like you, with no psychic abilities whatsoever, can move around this easily. You do realize that we aren't stupid, Lucifer?"

Dante winced, a dead giveaway. Oh shet. This ain't good.