"I could even take a little condescension if it came from people who actually had anything to do with making these kinds of advances in the first place," he says wryly, looking up from the plate of hor d'oeuvres he's returned at least six of those nine times to contemplate again. (The presentation is...weird? Which doesn't mean the taste will be, to be fair, and it can't be as bad as Mikey's daily attempt at eggs, but -)

He turns to meet that handshake. "Donatello, nice to meet you."