"Aleifr." He introduces himself in turn, rounding the 'A' at the start of his name to the point that it almost sounds like an 'O'. He greets her with a small bow of his head instead of a smile. No terseness meant by it, it's just his way.

He's silent for a beat, his attention drifting back to the contents of the fridge momentarily. Then, a question forms and his head pokes up over the fridge door again.

"Hot chocolate?" He'd seen it before, on the menu of the little coffee shop he'd ducked into earlier in the day. Still had no bloody clue what it was.