Pegasus' widening smile mirrored Briar's own as he considered the young woman before him. "Paixao." He echoed, frowning thoughtfully--the expression only deepened as he felt the warm edge of something metal press into his cheek, as though he were wearing a monocle of some sort. Tucking his journal under one arm, he slipped his hand under the curtain of hair obscuring his face, fingers carefully tracing the curves of the Millennium Eye buried in his socket. Ugh! What was this thing, and why would he have it? He must have had to lose his eye to get it in like this! But he could still see through it just fine, strangely enough.... There was obviously a story behind it, but not one he was sure he wanted to know.

Well, either way, he hadn't the faintest idea where Paixao was, or if he should be familiar with it. "I see.... A positive pleasure to meet you both." A half bow, and Pegasus moved to kiss both of their hands--rodent-like appearance or not, Freya was a lady too, and deserved to be treated as such. Pegasus wasn't sure where the gestures had come from, but he had been raised in as high class a society as Las Vegas' wealthy socialite scene had to offer, and a good upbringing had instilled in him manners and habits too deeply ingrained for even amnesia to break. "My name is...."

It had gone smoothly enough up until it came time to introduce himself, which was aggravating, to say the least. How could he ever get by without knowing where he was, much less even who he was?! This was ridiculous! "....oh, dear. I'm dreadfully sorry...." His smile turned awkward and apologetic as he combed his non-existent memories for some kind of answer. A name, a memory, an intuition or hunch.... nothing. Damn!