Rose: I know your true name Baba Yaga. Do you wish me to shout it now, so that all of the animals of the forest, all the birds of the air, every passing nixie and boggart will know it too? Your name will be as common as crab-grass. Would you like that Baba Yaga? Baba Yaga: You're lying. You do not know my name. Rose: Perhaps. Do you wish to find out how loudly I can shout? Baba Yaga: [pause] No...