[Grantaire has spent enough time here not to be tremendously surprised by much. This sight of this man had thrown him for an instant, yes, but his primary response is amusement, and his enthusiasm emanates unbound. After all, in comparison with the last, ah, uncannily similar man he'd met, this one can't be too much of a trial.]

Perhaps we are indeed brothers, in some strange twist of this collision of universes. Or your almighty, if you prefer; out of respect for a potential brother, I shall restrain myself at present from debating you on that point.

I am called--and rightly so--Aleron Grantaire. [He offers an elaborate bow, grinning all the while.] And you, my perhaps-relation?