"That's convenient," he comments. "This city's fond of that. Pointed dreams." Ha ha... ha... haaa. Fuck you, Baedal.

He rises to shake his hand just because it's a little less awkward that way, physically speaking. It's always a pleasant change of pace to have to look up at someone rather than down, something that happens much more often in Baedal than at home. His grip is pretty solid, but, you know. That's relative. "Yes --" Pause. Well? "I mean, um, it's Wolfgang."