He saw her reach out the hand, two fingers of which glistened under the glow of the bar lights. "Um." He lifted his, unsure of the social protocol, and shook it. When they let go, the werewolf wanted to wipe the moisture on his jeans, but he didn't want to be an asshole, so his hand kind-of hung there awkwardly.
"I can see there's a story here," he said to Derek and Shimmer. "If he starts messing with you, just let me know. We can handle it. You know that thing in movies where someone puts a boot in a guy's ass and he does a flip out the door? I've been wanting to try it."