Ugh... Handshakes. He's so awkward with them. He definitely spends longer than he should staring at it like he produced something peculiar in his palm for him, but the little Titania that lives in the back of his brain insists he at least make an attempt at showing some manners... especially if keeping even the non-sexual definition of 'peace' appears to be the solution to what problems lie ahead. Gingerly he takes half of his hand. G'rhyf ends up putting at least three quarters of the effort driving the gesture in.

At least they can quickly put it aside and focus on something he'd rather talk about. "He was. When we first met, he was still hiding beneath the cowl. He had reason to obscure his identity, seeing as Emet-Selch was also there."