Rufus' handshake was cool and professional, much like the faint smile he gave with it. He was so, so used to doing things like this.

Though admittedly, the circumstances were rather different than usual.

"A pleasure to meet you, sir. At... your wedding, I presume," he said, as Dark Nation glanced at him and then wriggled over enough to sniff at Jono's ankles with his tail wagging. "I'll remove myself from your venue quickly. I should not like to inconvenience you further."