[honey at this point you can call him whatever you want as long as you let him appreciate your muscles at close range]

Well! It seems some good things come out of Amestris after all - I've met one or two from your country, horrendously prudish things, nowhere near your level of charm and attractiveness - so I can assure you, Major Armstrong, that the pleasure here is all mine.

As for myself...? [He lays one of his hands lightly against his chest, bowing slightly as he speaks, though he doesn't break eye contact with the 'Gear and he's quick to straighten up.] I am Reaver, from the southern shores of Albion; while I've seen quite a bit of beauty in my time - several lifetimes' worth, actually - it's rare to come across one quite as forthcoming as you are about displaying it.