Neoptolemus looked at the extended hand for a moment as if he was unsure of what to do with it. Though he visual similarities between himself and his father were striking, he lacked entirely any of the social graces his father possessed.
A second later he remembered what he was supposed to do here, shaking Absinthe's hand. "Neoptolemus." he said without fanfare, then after a moment added "...ID says Andrea. ...It's nice to meet you."