[A light smirk crosses his features at the greeting; he's keeping his hands in his pockets for now, tipping his head slightly as he studies her, tries to get some idea of what he's looking at.
Social tells may not be her forte, but they are his.
He doesn't seem displeased with what he sees, however.]
That's what some call me, yes. Alice, wasn't it? A pleasure.
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Social tells may not be her forte, but they are his.
He doesn't seem displeased with what he sees, however.]
That's what some call me, yes. Alice, wasn't it? A pleasure.