[ Clever? Who'd ever called Alberto clever? He shifts in his spot, his crossed arms now more like hugging himself slightly, unconsciously. He's also quite tempted by the promise of lunch. The fact of the matter is... He knew how to feed himself as a sea monster. He didn't know how to feed himself as a human. And he also didn't know how to feed himself as a sea monster in this world. And he was definitely hungry.
He hesitates looking at her outstretched hand, but gets to his feet to meet her head-on with it, giving a single sharp nod. ]
Deal. Alberto Scorfano, by the way. Piacere — Girolamo Trombetta.
[ He takes her hand in his, gives it a sharp twist this way, then a sharp twist that way, and pulls her arm back and forth, like a trombone, all in one fluid motion. As to the words? Even with the magic of Avalon and understanding all languages... that doesn't quite translate. Uh. ]
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He hesitates looking at her outstretched hand, but gets to his feet to meet her head-on with it, giving a single sharp nod. ]
Deal. Alberto Scorfano, by the way. Piacere — Girolamo Trombetta.
[ He takes her hand in his, gives it a sharp twist this way, then a sharp twist that way, and pulls her arm back and forth, like a trombone, all in one fluid motion. As to the words? Even with the magic of Avalon and understanding all languages... that doesn't quite translate. Uh. ]