[Once that hand has found a more firm perch, Baptiste finally allows his own hand to slide away. A satisfied smile continues to toy at his features. He would be happy to be a prime example of what mortals could offer - considering he's spent his entire life attempting to fight for other mortals. The gesture of comradery is met with all the ease of a man who has reached out to others time and time again...

Yet he fully operates under the assumption that the man before him is just as mortal as he is. Immortals of Concord's type are, truthfully, a incomprehensible breed in Baptiste's world.

For now, at least.]

[When the other man offers him a hand to shake, Baptiste is eager to reciprocate. He meets Concord with a firm handshake, as he tilts his head upward to meet the man's eyes.]

It's a pleasure, Concord. Baptiste LaFontaine. [A beat.] Which, I gave it some thought. Let's do whiskey, shall we? Only the best first impressions start with a whiskey.

[He's 100% made that up. But he made it up very confidently!]