The Invisible man shook your hand firmly, before turning his gaze down at your hand, gently taking your hand in his invisible, gauze wrapped ones— his hands felt smooth yet slightly calloused.

As you stood there in question, he lifted your hand to presumably his lips, leaning down and pressing a small kiss onto your hand.

“..pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He spoke in his mid-Atlantic accent, lifting his (unable to be seen, though felt) lips from the underside of your hand.