Damn, this woman sure had balls. Figuratively, of course. Unless there was something he didn't know. Not that he, y'know, wanted to find out anyway.

First she'd displayed her boldness by daring to hush him immediately after asking his name so that she could introduce herself first. He felt a twinge of impatience in his gut, but decided to keep it at bay. He'd actually like to avoid making new enemies in a strange place; after all, he never knew who might come in handy for him getting where or what he needed.

Second, he sure didn't quite appreciate the rather forced handshake (wristshake?), so after a moment he pulled his arm back. "Seifer," he finally introduced himself. "And hey, whatever you say. You have fun at your dance, and I'll have fun showing the people around this place what I'm made of."