Vlad grinned, it was almost evil, but in a charming way. He took a step forward, snapping his foot back after him to flick up his book and have it land in his hand, which it did.
This girl had somthing about her that intrigued him, he was making a mental note to not question his instincts agian next time he picked up a book of antiquity, that novel by Casanova was paying off.
"I, my enchanting woman, am Vladamir Christovich Gregoroff, but my better... aqantinces... call me simply Vlad."
With this he gracefuly closed the gap between the two of them, took her right hand, and in a bowing gesture gently kissed it, then straighed up and let her hand go. The old tricks afterall... were always the best.