He eyes her hand suspiciously for a brief second before extending his and shaking it quickly. Esme gaps quietly from the smoothness and cold texture of his skin on her warm flesh. When he pulls his hand back, she shoves her's inside her pockets, "Nice to finally meet you, Ms Smith. He sends her a half-smile that look's forced. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, she continues up the steps inside her house, waiting for him to follow behind.