“Bruce,” Seoraj says, like he's testing the way it feels in his mouth; the shape of it, the way it sounds in his accent, if it feels more or less right than 'Tom' when applied to the man getting progressively closer to him in the bath. “Bruce, Tom. And then surnames.”

There's an almost marveling aspect to the way he says that, like it's not just Bruce's personal weirdness but also that Seoraj doesn't quite grasp the notion of discussing family names at all. A moment later-- “We don't share those, where I'm from. Clan names; you don't give those to outsiders. They differentiate by our chiefs, by our clan tartans. But the names, we don't share them.”

Bruce takes it to alien extremes, but there are a few things about private identity that he does get, if he thinks about it.