Crimson and Cyan

[Reeves]

While it was by no means visible, the Libertonian side of him brought forth a monumental urge to roll his eyes upon the presentation of her hand. It was needlessly old-fashioned and vain, but he suppressed those notions for now and committed to a graceful bow, enough to accomplish the formality she felt entitled to. Straightening out after having graced the skin of her hand with his lips, he flashed a brief smile, idly reflecting on how at one point in his life he was being groomed and expected to exhibit all these facades of finesse.

"Oh, I'm more than capable of playing dress-up if I feel the need to make an impression. I will admit, I'm a little surprised that you decided to come." For all the Hackers thought they knew of the Xenos and the belligerent men that made up their rank and file, the man standing before Irma couldn't be more of an enigma even if he tried. Something the Professor-Provocateur reinforced personally.