[ The introduction makes him realize the same, and it sparks that warm, soft smile into something a little brighter, more excitable.
Aaand he gets to show off his silly handshake to someone new, which is a precious rarity considering how few people he meets typically, let alone friendly enough to actually do it, so, y'know, there's that. That opportunity alone excites him about exchanging names, driving him a few steps forward to be near to her, a pleasant (but still that vague, near-constant smugness) grin on his face, his hand outstretched to take hers in a handshake. ]
Alberto Scorfano!
[ And if just the way he says his own name doesn't deliver his enthusiasm well enough, when she takes his hand, he barely skips a beat at all before he shakes it with some rather quick gusto — Piacere, a pleasure, he says as they shake — then returns to making things confusing for fun... his best talent. ]
Piacere! Girolamo Trombetta!
[ And as he gives... uh... s-someone else's name? Is that a name? Even with the linguistic magic of Avalon, it doesn't translate for some reason?! But as he rattles this off with clear practice and some self-amused bravado, he twists her hand one way and the other, then yanks her arm back and forth with faint force enough to jostle her — like a trombone...
The hell? But he releases her just as quickly and mysteriously and returns his hand to his hip with an even smugger look than he'd worn when he started. ]
It's a human thing. Y'know. In Italy.
[ It's. Not, though. Like— maybe a small friend group in Portorosso made this handshake up for fun and Alberto somehow caught wind of it, but, like... It's really, really not a thing. And he still doesn't even know what it's supposed to mean, himself. But, well— he's here in this place now, everyone's displaced and on their own, no one else knows what it means probably, either... It could be a thing now! Why not! ]
if she doesn't shake hands jlmk and i'll edit this out!
Aaand he gets to show off his silly handshake to someone new, which is a precious rarity considering how few people he meets typically, let alone friendly enough to actually do it, so, y'know, there's that. That opportunity alone excites him about exchanging names, driving him a few steps forward to be near to her, a pleasant (but still that vague, near-constant smugness) grin on his face, his hand outstretched to take hers in a handshake. ]
Alberto Scorfano!
[ And if just the way he says his own name doesn't deliver his enthusiasm well enough, when she takes his hand, he barely skips a beat at all before he shakes it with some rather quick gusto — Piacere, a pleasure, he says as they shake — then returns to making things confusing for fun... his best talent. ]
Piacere! Girolamo Trombetta!
[ And as he gives... uh... s-someone else's name? Is that a name? Even with the linguistic magic of Avalon, it doesn't translate for some reason?! But as he rattles this off with clear practice and some self-amused bravado, he twists her hand one way and the other, then yanks her arm back and forth with faint force enough to jostle her — like a trombone...
The hell? But he releases her just as quickly and mysteriously and returns his hand to his hip with an even smugger look than he'd worn when he started. ]
It's a human thing. Y'know. In Italy.
[ It's. Not, though. Like— maybe a small friend group in Portorosso made this handshake up for fun and Alberto somehow caught wind of it, but, like... It's really, really not a thing. And he still doesn't even know what it's supposed to mean, himself. But, well— he's here in this place now, everyone's displaced and on their own, no one else knows what it means probably, either... It could be a thing now! Why not! ]