Projecting authority is just something that happens by default, now. Perhaps one day he'll learn to rein it in, but lofty confidence has gotten him far, especially in unfamiliar circumstances.

Erwin takes in the young man for a moment, a strange sense of familiarity ghosting through the back of his mind, though he's surely never laid eyes on him before, even in spectral memories.

"I see, my apologies." He's about to move on, but pauses with genuine interest. "Coffee?"

Have you ever met a man who didn't know what coffee is, Galliard?