Merlin didn't miss that, and slowly withdrew his hands so. Hmm, intriguing.

"Then welcome. I hear this place is called the Enterprise, and many seem to be drawn here." He grinned and then offered his hand to her as one would for a normal handshake might. "This is how the people of my world generally greet. It comes from an ancient custom of warriors gripping arms to show they met without weapons. Now people grasp hands."

He nodded to her. "However, if it offends you, or your ways, feel free to say so. I have a feeling there will be much growing of learning here, before we all are without giving of offense. And if I have given thee such, then I ask that you will forgive. it was not done in any intent to do so."

Merlin reached out into nothing, into what was and what would be, and pulled back his hand, and held three brass cups, with them hanging from his fingers by their handles, the energy lines swirling for a moment, invisible to the normal eye. In his other hand, a large sealed bottle appeared. "Shall we drink to new meetings, milady, sir?" His eyes flicked to the man behind her, curious, then back to her again. What strange peoples, and yet, somewhat like the Fae.