Iraltiphos listened intently as Jupiter told him his name in his native tongue, which took Iral completely by surprise, as it was simply a series of sounds that was almost like music. Naturally, it would have been impossible for him to pronounce. It just wasn't practical. He was a tad disappointed and felt as though he should have been prepared for that to happen, but he had spent his entire life without any contact with creatures from other planets until he had been sent to this prison. He had no conception of what language was like on other planets. Although his facial expression remained in the seemingly permanent grimace that was generally the default, he was somewhat moved and appreciated that he revealed his true name, despite knowing that he'd never be able to address him in that way.

Jupiter motioned to turn the translator back on and Iral's eyes darted from his monstrous claws to his face, clearly unaccustomed to and disapproving of being touched, but after all the beatings his received so far, he was at least numb to it by now. The creature explained his reasoning for insisting on being called Jupiter and Iral respected it. "Jupiter it is," he replied flatly. "I suppose it won't matter right? After we're out of here. You'll return to your planet and never have to be called Jupiter again," he continued. For the first time in the prison he felt at ease and with a clear head. He felt nothing but rage since sometime before arriving to the prison and was rendered incapable of speaking for days before meeting Jupiter. Most of that was released now and he could clearly see that this creature was more than willing to cooperate, despite the trouble he had given him so far. He was willing to bet nobody else in the entire prison would have been so forgiving or tolerant. Even on his home planet most people hated him. They would all say his ego was too big. And they'd all be correct.

"Well, for the same reason I don't want to be called 'Phos'," he said after several moments of silence, being half genuine and half wanting to continue being hard to work with as was his nature. "Let's be fair. I call you by your planet and you call me by mine. Does 'Vulban' mean something ridiculous that I need to know about?" He continued to think about all the possible prisoners he could have been paired with and still couldn't understand why Jupiter was so particularly tolerant in an environment that was made to break jerks like Iral. "So what in the world did you do to get in here? Maybe you're vicious compared to the rest of your kind, but you don't seem like the type to commit crimes that are worthy of a high security prison such as this one."