He leans across from his spot on the lounger to shake hands, and he smiles, genuine but just barely and very subtly tinged with something sad.

"Hi Eggsy, I'm Vrenille," and he doesn't even raise an eyebrow at the name, doesn't say it like it's something awkward or unusual, but maybe like it even has some sort of familiarity for him. "It's good to meet you."