While the crew boss howled and thrashed, Ajax activated a hot blue flamer and scorched the end of the severed wrist, crisping the stump. There, it's cauterized. Ajax waited for the man to show some hint of gratitude. Now answer the question. What is your name?
 
Shaping another menacing claw from his flowing metal limb-tip, Ajax grasped the man's other hand. The crew boss wailed unrelentingly, but had the presence of mind to say, Ohan. Ohan Freer! That's my name. Please, don't hurt me again.
 
A good start. Ajax knew, though, that the hurting had just begun. He especially enjoyed this part of his job, when he could improvise pain and inflict it like a master designer!