Oh, I'm very fond of handshakes. I can't even pretend to like basketball enough to be a snob about it.

Besides, that's rather boring.

[ and he extends his own hand. vidar has a genial smile, like he'd always be charming and gentle, though the scars on his face belie that. ]

Delighted to meet you, Nat. [ he wonders what her actual name was. he's fairly sure neither of them gave the correct ones; more like half-truths, if nothing else. but that's fine, isn't it? nobody in this world would care that he was someone else, unless it was necessary; it was probably the same for her too. ]