I ttly wrote a ficlet in instant messenger off the cuff woot.

The Saint happens upon a rather befuddled young man who has gotten himself in dire trouble through gambling debt, and who is about to be forced to pay it back in blood.  He leaps to assistance, and a horribly fun fight ensues.

As they mop up, he turns and extends a hand.  "I suppose after all that it's only fair of you to introduce yourself, and so it's only fair for me to introduce myself first.  My name is Simon Templar."

"Roger," says the befuddled one.

"No, Simon."

He is more befuddled now than before, and he realizes with one of those flashes of insight that sometimes grace mere mortals that this is setting the tone for their acquaintance.  "I'm Roger," he says.  "Roger Conway."

"Ah," Simon replies.  "For a moment I couldn't decide whether you were extremely hard of hearing, or making a suggestion.  It's a better verb than - anyway," he continues, with a beatific smile, "how do you feel about taking orders?  Religious ones, that is."

Suddenly something makes sense, and Roger keeps his jaw retracted as he states: "You're the one they call the Saint."

"In the flesh, baby doll," says the owner of the appellation.  "And you're my first Halo."