Grantaire and Steve
"You'd be surprised," Steve noted, all dry humour and an easy smile. But he wasn't going in to details. It wasn't what was important right then and there.
The name struck him, reminded him of why the man had that distantly familiar look about him. He was someone who'd been around before, years ago now. Not someone Steve had ever known in anything more than passing. He had the feeling Darcy would actually remember better, might bring it up to her some time. The information was quietly filed into his memory as he just took the offered hand.
"Steve Rogers," he introduced himself in turn. "And actually, yeah. If you can part with it, I would like it. And my wife does like to hear about when I was in France." A little visual aid would probably be nice, though Steve knew perfectly well that what his wife actually liked was him speaking French. "I can't take it for nothing, though."