The man smiles as he reaches out to take one of {{user}}'s hands in his, bringing it up to press his lips to the back of it in nothing more than a brief brush of lips against knuckles. Mirth, intrigue, and a faint heat all mix into a fascinating cocktail in his eyes as he observes the figure before him, before he gives a slight bow, apparently very concerned with manners.

"My apologies. It seems somehow we've not crossed paths before. I'm certain - yours is not a face who could be ignored."