[All too used to a tactile introduction by now, he removes his glove and extends a hand.]

Ramza. Ramza Beoulve. And think naught of it. [He couldn't blame the boy for his confusion; he'd had nearly a year's stay in Saeng Seong and even now the laws and logic of the city were only starting to come to light.]

You'll grow accustomed to it in time; from seats to storefronts, much within the city assumes you've brought a friend.

...Though I must admit it's all the more daunting if you arrived alone.