"It's a beautiful name!" he says before taking one of her hands in his, bringing it to chest-level and giving the air above it a peck. He's a gentleman, you see. "As for me, you may call me... Eusine."

And with that, he spins on his heel and strides towards the counter. What comes next probably isn't what Cynthia expected. Oh, he could buy coffee, it's true... or he could comment on the fact the floor was awfully slippery, really, someone could have gotten badly injured, or even burnt, look at his chest, he's going to bear the mark for days-

It lasts for about two minutes, after which the barista just gives Eusine two tall mugs of free latte in exchange of the promise he'll shut up and put a goddamn shirt on.