Thomas smiled softly as the chair was offered to him, slowly sitting down opposite to Michael, his drink in hand. His eyes immediately started to take in the little details of this man's face. There was almost nothing out of place. Everything about him was exactly the way Thomas remembered, even when he had the look of someone that needed an extra long nap. The Michael he remembered had the same look after a long night.<br/><br/>Hearing his name made Thomas' heart skip. The same name as well? Save for the family name. How could that possibly be a coincidence? Giving a sweet smile Thomas bowed his head in greeting. "Well, mister Beaumont, my name is Thomas. Thomas Belos." Not his true name, naturally, but it was the name which Michael had given him long ago. It was far easier for humans to say, and he had taken Michael's family name for lack of his own. He also quietly hoped that hearing these names might trigger something in his mind. So long as he was actually real, and not some kind of bizarre delusion.<br/><br/>"So, tell me mister Beaumont, what brings you to this part of town?"