Oh, now you're focused on manners. Well, isn't that convenient? My designation. Picked my designation? It's the wrong one, if you ask me. I've always been a servant, never in charge of anything beyond the bookstore.

[All of this said while lightly running his hands over his shoulders, down his lapels. It's such a smooth suit. He always does look smooth and put together. Sleek. Except for his few unfortunate facial hair choices through the decades.

He tells him the floor and once more hooks his arms around the one, only this time he's pressed in a good bit closer.]

Thank you.

[Exaggerated.]