( her good cheer bolsters his, and he finds himself relaxing in the wake of her shift in mood. )

Miss Layla then.

( her outstretched hand is taken, with only the briefest pause before he gives it a firm shake. perhaps a kiss to the back of her hand would have been more in line with fontainian custom, but he has always struggled in engaging in social niceties with strangers. )

I am Neuvillette. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

( though the setting could certainly be improved. )

I believe I spy a waiter over there. ( nodding his head to their left. ) If you would care to accompany me…?

( it feels only prudent to invite her along, particularly if she has additional requests of her own. )