Reggie was confused by Blake's actions until it dawned on him that the man might not want to be known as a non-human. Why else would he keep on his disguise. He looked over as the white, ghostly one seemed to wander off, wanting nothing to do with them so it seemed. Reggie then turned his sights to the others, realizing that he'd yet to do anything but stare at these . . .people(?). A major breach in the etiquette that had been beaten into his head endlessly as a child.

He'd do his best to tiddy up his appearance a little before walking over to them, taking the sheath to his sword back from Blake(politely of course) and allowing it slide in with the melodious ring of metal on metal. He'd look around a bit until he saw what he was looking for, his gun laying on the floor where he'd left it early, whuch is rather close to where the now smiliing blue girl was. He'd give a smile back before walking up to her, bending down to pick it up himself, unless she had noticed it by then and picked it up herself.

"Hello there, my named Reginald Alexander Dorvain, but I'd much prefer if you'd call me Reggie. A pleasure to meet you all, and may I ask yo have the pleasure of knowing the names of such interesting people like yourselves?" Reggie's voice took a much different tone, a bit deeper and more smooth than it had been before, like red wine. This was his sophisticated voice, which he only used when trying to be polite and give good first impression. He didn't speak like this to Blake because he'd already been caught stalking the guy, which makes trying to leave a good impression or appear polite next to impossible.

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