Neal can’t help a little smile. “I think quite a few religious scholars would be surprised if you claimed the former in any formal way.”

Not an evil twin, then. He’s not trying to pass himself off as Malcolm, doesn’t inexplicably have Malcolm’s knowledge. “Neal.”

He offers the hand that isn’t holding a foot, still smiling as he adds, “I’m very sorry to meet you.”

Then, because he can’t help himself, “Do you have a last name?”