[ Howl huffs again — the beautiful man is right, this is hardly a devastating discovery — but it still doesn't help him know what to do about it, in this moment. He peers at him for another moment, and just like that, you can practically see him come to a conclusion in his own head, like a mental shrug. He unfurls his arms, leans forward again, and extends one hand to Yuri. (At least he's still taller by a few inches.) ]

In that case, hopefully you won't be offended if I ask your name. I must know what to call you before I invite you to dinner and regale you with tales of my accomplishments, don't I?