[He was highly perceptive, knew how to read the signs of a good cover, even the best covers. He had once built the best cover, and he was doing little more than building another here. Unlike Romanoff, he didn't often change his name. There was pride in that name no matter what he might say otherwise. He just have code names he sat on, but all good spies left pieces of their original selves in every cover they made.

He wasn't one hundred percent where this guy stood, but the hairs on the back of his neck were up enough where he was still suspicious. It just wasn't enough to go flying off and make accusations. They were to be amenable and so they would be.]

Nah, where I'm from, whoever brings the alcohol offers it to the guest first as a sign of respect. Seems like our traditions are opposite. Good thing there is clarification, isn't it? [He raised an eyebrow.] Whom are you referring?

[He chuckled again, offering the bottle one more time. If it was refused or ignored again, he would take the first sip.]

I like that it took us longer for introduction. It keeps me curious for certain. What I call you depends on my mood.