"Jaqen!" I called after him. He was walking steadily away and I watched his long hair bounce as I panicked that he would not turn back around.

"The lady knows that is not my true name," he said.

I sighed in relief. Jaqen had turned to face me, and was grinning his adorable, lop-sided grin. "You have a thousand names and I am never sure which one to call you by."

He took long, slow strides back towards me. "A man needs many names for his many faces." He placed his hands on my hips and kissed me gently. When I could no longer feel his lips on mine, I opened my eyes and realized he was no longer Jaqen H'ghar. His red hair remained, but his face was slightly different. "You will see me again, love," he said.

"How will I know it's you?" I asked although I already knew the answer.

"Valar Morghulis," the man whispered in my ear before turning and leaving me once again.