Holding his place behind the bar he leans across it a does the job of the keep, pouring a glass of vodka.

With a dissapointed sigh he moans.
"Well that was a little anti-climatic."

"Sorry, I don't believe we have properly met."
Charm floods from his tone and glistens in his eyes.
He reaches down and firmly takes her hand, bowing deeply to softly place his lips upon it. Never taking his eye off hers.

"Valask." He announces.