"A pleasure to meet you, Roger," began the aristocrat with a light smile, his English, though fluent, betraying an accent that was possibly from one of the southern regions of Germany, Austria or Switzerland, "-"

Any further attempt at conversing with the English boy was immediately stalled by the sudden appearance of a small blonde girl. Having his wrist grabbed so suddenly was quite the surprise, but he quickly reined in any wild emotions, schooling his expression and allowing the adrenaline that had rushed through his veins the moment he was accosted to fade away. That done, Liudolf von Tegerfelden allowed himself a moment to appraise the girl that had introduced herself in such a manner. Short, blonde and attired in 'punkish' dress, the other teenager seemed to exude a sense of rebellion, especially with how she carried herself.

"Boss Ass Bitch," he spoke, allowing the words to roll around in his mouth. It was quite obvious that this teenager's designation was not such a vulgar phrase, but it was unfortunate that it was the only name that he could call her by for the current moment. "And your ... actual name?"

His hand curled, lightly bumping against the girl's proffered fist, before gently pulling his wrist from her grasp.