He took the proferred hand, and wondered what to do with it. Should he kiss it? No, it wasn't a date. Should he offer his arm? Just as archaic, and still not a date. After a brief paused, he settled for shaking it. "It's a pleasure to meet you," usually the statement was acerbic in nature coming from his lips, but this time it was spoken in earnest.

He nodded towards the door, "Shall we go in?"

[Oh, come on. Let me play with her. We don't need her.]