His expression was almost childlike in the amount of sheer enthusiasm he held across his face. A grown man reduced to fanboy-ing as he listed off any number of your famous exploits, eventually giving up on listing off his fingers and just changing to wide sweeping gestured as he spoke "Your work is unparalleled, if you don't mind me saying. A true master of your craft." He'd been rambling on about it for nearly ten minutes now, simply showering you with praise while you'd stood there staring at him with an expression of discomfort or at least confusion as to why this man who named himself after a gun and a cat was even up in your face in the first place