Padraig nearly stumbled as Aria turned to face him. She was drop-dead gorgeous, by far the prettier of the two girls he had seen before. His eyes locked with hers as she introduced herself and he gave her a warming smile. "Aria." He responds. "A pleasure to metcha." He adds, bending down as he takes her hand, lifting it up to his lips before planting a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Then he gently releases her hand. "Seems like quite the international group here - I dare say it, but you certainly sound American despite your name."