“Anything?” Harry reiterated a slow but small smirk landing itself on his face, he made it particularly obvious as his eyes scanned over Frank. “I do believe I am being rude, my name is Harry - Harry Hart.” His hand extended for them to exchange pleasantries.
‘ mm – RUDE ? oh, of course not. ’ frank takes harry’s hand – firm, but strangely cordial – and purses blood - red lips together before turning abruptly away. ‘ doctor frank - n - furter, it’s a PLEASURE. would you care for a drink ? ’