"Wabbajack," he says, smiling as he takes off his pants and the sections of skin suit that had been under his clothes. "I can remember that, so I'll use the same one. It'll be easier if there's just one word we have to keep track of."

He has no idea what it means, it just sounds like a strange word, but it's a fairly easy one to remember. Once he slides the last bits of his skin suit down off of his smooth, scale covered legs, Jonathan stretches out on the bed, his hands resting near the headboard.