While other people might question his taste, Tarantulas does, in fact, have a firm grasp of aesthetics. His face used to look Like That on purpose, thank you, and it garnered exactly the kinds of reactions he'd been gunning for. Now, in his new more vulnerable body, he preens at the compliment -- perhaps a little too much. He reminds himself after a few seconds to dial the smile down a little; even humans who use smiling as a positive gesture don't care to see too many teeth.

"Thank you!" he remembers to say out loud. "And yes, what a good idea. My name is Tarantulas." Bow or shake hands? He hasn't seen many examples of either while he's been observing the diners and bar crowd. Instead he just bobs his head a little and adds, "It's been delightful to meet you, Chris. How wonderful that we crossed paths again, so I could tell you so to your face."