"So. Damn good fuck, Muhammed."

Sayid pursed his lips, dusting a tiny bit of dirt off of his ass before pulling on a pair of someone's boxers he'd found in the luggage. "Don't call me that."

"What?" Surprised, Sawyer took the cigarette from his lips, letting out a small stream of smoke. "Ain't Muhammed like Jesus or somethin'?"

"Jesus..." He snorted, shaking his head, and Sawyer HAD to grin at seeing the Iraqi twitch a bit with annoyance, "Muhammed is not seen as the son of Allah. He was simply a prophet and a great man chosen by Allah to enlighten my people. More like... Abraham."

"Lincoln?" Oooo, that one got a nice twitch out of him. "You dumbass. It's your religion, you'd think you'd know more about it than I would... Alright, so he is more like Moses. You know, the one who parted the red sea and had the ten commandments?"

"Oh, that guy Charlton Hesten played in that one old movie."

If he kept twitching like that, he was going to pop a blood vessel or something. That would be somewhat cool to see though...

"Fine. Anyway, just don't call me that. It's a very personal thing, someone's religion, so don't call me that."

Sawyer rolled his eyes, laughing softly, "Whatever you say, Aladdin."

After looking to the sky with a long suffering look, he said quietly as he buckled his jeans, "Don't call me that either. It's a silly, pretentious name."

"... Why's it pretentious? You have something against Jasmine?"

"It means 'nobility of faith'. Isn't that a bit of a load for a child to have to live up to."

"As you wish, Amir."

"Not that one either."

"Why?"

"It means 'prince'. I'm not one. And if you call me that you'd be inadvertently complimenting me."

"Hmmm... can't have that, now can we."

"Of course not."

"Omar?"

"Means first son. I'm the second."

"Hussein."

"Most beautiful? Very kind of you."

"Jafar. Ya know, the villain in Aladdin."

Sayid leaned forward, snagging the cigarette out of Sawyer's mouth, taking a long drag, "That one is rivulet. I prefer to think of myself as a rapid rather than a rivulet."

Sawyer frowned, snatching back his cig, "Whatever, Abdul."

Laughing, Sayid shook his head, "Certainly not that one."

"Why not?"

"It means servant."

"And that's worse than most beautiful?"

Tying his hair back with a purloined hair tie, Sayid smirked, "Just ironic with my name."

"And that means...?"

He leaned in, forcefully kissing the southerner, all power and ferocity, saying with a growl, "Sayid means master."

As Sayid leaned back, Sawyer laughed, saying with a grin, "Whatever you want, Captain Falafel."