[Julian raises his glass in turn, takes another, smaller swig of his drink as he eyes the other man speculatively over the rim of his glass. Given the nature of this place, the nature of him, he doesn't really have to wonder in what capacity they knew each other, but the thought insinuates itself into his mind, nonetheless. He considers asking regardless, because even if the Julian the man had known wasn't precisely him, the two of them must be alike enough as to be physically interchangeable.

And that's a strange thought, isn't it? To wonder - to know - that someone may have intimate knowledge of you whilst you have no knowledge at all of them.

After a moment he clears his throat, sets the glass down on the sticky bar top.]

So, um, I suppose I ought to just get it out of the way. I'm assuming, and I apologise if I have it horribly wrong, but I'm assuming you knew me...or some version of me...rather well?