Aleron almost hissed something at his mother when he was nudged towards Jaron but didn't have time as a hand was already held out to him for a handshake, and he'd be damned if he was chicken enough to not do even that. Yet there was still a slight amount of hesitance as he reached with a hand to firmly clasp and shake Jaron's hand just the same, quickly pulling his hand away after the shortest time possible of going through the shake, resisting the urge to wipe his hand against his pants as if he'd gotten dirt on it, while keeping himself from twitching just the same at the reminder of what was to happen.<br/><br/>And, frankly, Aleron was ready to tell Jaron off at the question to get to know each other, but from the warning look from his mother he huffed once beneath his breath, shifting his gaze from her back to Jaron, mumbling a, "Sure." While trying not to make it sound overly sarcastic as it played over in his mind. Of course he wasn't all too bad looking..- He quickly scowled at himself mentally. Now wasn't the time for that. He just needed a drink..<br/><br/>"I'm getting a drink first." He almost scowled this but kept in at a low tone so it wouldn't sound like murmuring, moving to grab himself a glass with something to drink before even thinking about returning to speak with Jaron, not knowing if the man would follow after him or not.