Avitus sighed, nodding, and sat back down on the edge of the bed while he continued to struggle with his hair, silently cursing whoever'd taken it out of its little ponytail. He hated trying to put it back... it'd be easier if he had more than three digits per hand, thumbs included, but alas, he didn't.

But the human was right; it could've been worse. It could've been red decor, and had a screen that taunted him with things he'd never be able to have. How anyone had thought that that was a smart thing to let him wake up to was beyond him.

"Right. So... I suppose we're stuck here for a bit." Stupid hair, get back into a ponytai-- wait. He didn't have his tie for that, even if he could get it put back properly. Oh for the love of--!

He sighed again, pausing to glance about for the thin little ribbon he usually used. It was probably still in the dresser, where his clothes had been; he got back up and tried peeking into the drawers. "May as well try to make the best of things, right?" He pulled out his ribbon and stuffed it into his sash, and, one hand still holding most of his hair back behind his head, he turned to give the man something of a bow or a nod, a little dip down that might've been closer to a curtsey.

"My name is Avitus. And you are?"