Prudence. Somehow, he already knows that this person – this woman, surely, so long as the doors remain safely closed and the setting true to its intentions – will become a steady connection in his mind to this place and all its curiosities. As she holds out her gloved hand, he makes a conscious decision to step right into the world Claude’s chosen to introduce him to, to eat it up for all that its worth while he’s got this marvelous freedom. Thus, he takes her hand as gently as he would any woman’s (though funnily enough, with a lot less hidden disgust) and presses his lips to its upper side, the soft satin of lacy gloves tickling his skin.

“Pleasure to meet you, Prudence.” He gives her a light smile before releasing her hand, making certain to catch her gaze and feeling decidedly better about himself than he’s done for ages. He sits back, searching out the gaze of the other man, the one who’s yet to introduce himself. The way he’s looking at Claude, however, speaks volumes by itself and Vincent’s surprised to feel a rush of something a lot less docile rising in his blood. He doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries, though, not in this strange place and… being Claude’s guest, he really oughtn’t presume. All the same, he can’t help the slight sharpening of his smile, the way his stance relaxes just a bit more.

Leave introductions to Claude, yes, though right now he’s not sure he actually needs any. A name doesn’t necessarily mean as much as the words people chose to save.