"Hello, you must be Eryn," Amsu says with his rich tenor voice. He would stand and pull her chair out for her but now days some women took offense to that such an out right display of manners. They usually didn't object to him opening doors. Paying for the bill at restaurants might get him a debate sometimes. Well, since Eryn had yet to take her seat, Amsu gracefully slides to his feet before making his way around the table. With a slide movement he pulls her chair out for her. Once she is seated he resumes his own. "I hope you had no trouble getting here?" He meets her gaze with his emerald one.