[Thanks, he does his best to be the most purple person alive. It's a calling. Lorenz takes his seat, considering Childe; handsome, like his picture, although there is definitely something a little... off, about his gaze. Perhaps he's simply guarded, like it makes perfect sense to be in a place like this - that would make sense.

The two differently shaped markings, on the other hand, are much, much stranger immediately; he's not going to ask, though, good gracious. He's not rude. He sticks on his best Meeting New People smile, pleasantly. His posture and whole bearing, really, are way too prim and proper for sitting at a booth in a bar, but that's just what he's like. This is casual.

Now, drinks.]

Wine, I suppose. I admit I have not heard of a great many drinks they serve here, the... [word that he thinks is ridiculous, sigh,] "cocktails"? Are you familiar with them?