Claire hadn't known his name, admittedly. She was sure Léon or someone else had told her at some point, but Claire was pretty bad with names if she didn't actually, like, meet the person who was attached to it. Better late than never! She definitely hadn't known he was Irish, though.
Or weirdly old fashioned.
"Wow, that's a cool move," Claire laughed for lack of knowing what else to do, what exactly was someone supposed to say when someone else kissed the back of your hand? 'Thank you'? That seemed weirder then the hand kiss itself. She didn't actually mind, it was just... unexpected.
"Léon failed to mention that he'd finally hired an actual gentleman," she added as she recovered from the momentary internal awkwardness, letting her hand fall back to her side. Guys her age just didn't act like that, ever. In fact, the only person that old fashioned who either of them knew was probably Stefan Salvatore. Immediately upon even thinking his name, Claire felt a sharp pang in the center of her chest that she knew was from Caroline. How weird was it to miss someone you'd never even met?
Everything about reincarnation was so weird.
Anyway, she probably shouldn't assume he was anywhere close to her age. He looked young, but with vampires you could never really tell. "How much practice have you had exactly?" And that was her probably not so subtle way of asking.