"Apparently." He replies, the barest hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

He hasn't encountered many foamy drinks before. Some of the ales he's had, sure, but most of them didn't hold on to their head quite as much.

He drains the rest of the latte she'd given him in one swallow, this time taking care to wipe any extant foam off of his lips with the back of his hand. Then, he holds out his other hand - the clean one, or rather the cleaner one given the state of him.

"Aleifr." He introduces himself, rounding the 'a' in his name to the point that it almost sounds like an 'o'. "From Fenris, if that means anything to you."

He doesn't expect that it will, but it had rung a bell for at least one person, so it isn't impossible.