He really shouldn't laugh at that, but he does. He likes it, the way the young man just says it directly. He's been around too many people that dance around. It's nice to not have to go digging for the truth behind every single interaction. It's refreshing.

He takes the hand. His are large and rough from work and he lightly gives a shake. "It's a pleasure." He takes his hand away and he gives a little shrug. "I wasn't actually planning on it. Didn't think I was going to meet anyone out here in this sort of cold. But it's only proper to show appreciation for fine art and I'd rather share a tea with company than by me lonesome." It seems to be all he wants to. There's been no leering, no suggestion. He seems to merely want company for a drink.