Dolce

Archebold turned at the sound of another's voice. Such formality, how flattering. Archebold grinned sweetly at the gesture as he looked over the Alchemist. "Such manners, sweet boy. We are not shackled by formalities and social classes. Please, Archebold will do. A pleasure Remi. It is not often people express such formalities when addressing me." He would take a smooth stride over, appearing as if he simply glided over the ground as he offered a gloved hand for Remi to take. While it appeared harmless enough, in all honesty, Archebold held attuned to a lower standard than even accepted. They were a mistake, an impurity, and he didn't wish to taint his hand by touching one. All of this held internally as he offered a charming smile and firm grip had Remi chosen to take it. He glanced over the shop before his eyes found the young man. "You've wasted little time getting settled in. I trust the transition hasn't been too...complicated for you?" Again Archebold looked over the shop. "I've always held a healthy appreciation for alchemy. The genuine act of...creation. It's a rather powerful gift you have." His tone was that of being impressed as he nodded approvingly. archebold Death is not a defeat. It is a cure.