[Red Wine isn't quite sure what prompts it - he's not always so forward, but something draws him to the man in a way he can't quite explain. His smile turns wry, though none the less charming for it, and he offers his hand in greeting.]

Dohalim il Qaras. The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure. You can call me Red Wine.

[The way he delivers the name may make it clear that it isn't a nickname or some kind of stage name, but his real one.]

But let's not keep things too formal. I don't think the surroundings really call for it.