"That is the best kind of plan," he said, adjusting his casual lean on the bar top slightly, hand over his own wrist to pull together a perfectly irresistible package of charm before sticking his hand out towards her, palm up. While it would likely be interpreted as an invitation for a handshake, he intended to turn her knuckles up for a brief kiss, after his introduction.

"Matthew DiVigny, at your service." Her hand was free to be pulled away at any time and he would let her do the withdrawing. "I'm here for much the same reasons." He glanced over at her friends, flashing them a brief, friendly broadening of his smile. "They look like a fun group to unwind with, if I may say so."