-He has to decline the handshake, by the most gentle way he knows. A step back.- Sorry, I don't like physical contact. -He smiled, a sweet blush covers his cheeks.- Pleased to meet you, Ciel. And... oh, my name is... -An police siren sounds at the same time a car comes to the scene of the accident.- ... but you can call me as you like. -He resumed the walk, carefully about being close to her.- I think I saw a bakery on the next street.