He would have complained at Teru's train of thought. Really now, a fool? He liked his hair, thank you very much! Long, soft, straight, shimmering silver locks.... A gorgeous mane befitting a man of his distinction and stature, a lion in the entertainment industry and in the news. He'd had it like this ever since he was a child, and more importantly--she was always the most important thing--Cecilia had liked it. She'd loved to run her fingers through his hair, play with it, admire it, much as he did to her own beautiful blonde tresses. It took far too much effort to care for and cultivate to be a wig--cosplayers rockers could eat their hearts out, because a wig would never come even close to his luxurious locks....

Ah, traditional greeting.... He was used to more western mannerisms, even in Japan, but he was still at least conversant in things like this. Pegasus bowed politely in return, keeping his head at an angle with the ease of long practice so that the hair covering his Eye wouldn't be disturbed. "Oh, there's nothing to apologize for, my good man--I think anyone who isn't blond and blue-eyed would gravitate towards each other in this crowd, don't you?" He laughed quietly, looking around to prove his point; his eyes skimmed straight over Chizuru before returning to her; she was the only other person who didn't sport blond hair nearby, after all.

Still, his attention returned to Teru quickly enough. Maybe someone who had a purpose here would be able to tell him more about leaving--as pleasant as this all was, he had his own personal island and castle to get back to, and the remainder of his tournament to oversee.... "I don't suppose you had a reason for coming to this city, did y--oh!" He snapped his fingers suddenly, bringing a hand up to his face. "Where are my manners? I'm terribly sorry about that. My name is Maximilian Pegasus, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. ....?"