Paul
Paul glanced at Reign and Aethion, at first wondering just who the hell the old man that was standing in the space of consciousness he and Ilumar shared was, before recognizing Reign. His eyes widened as his mouth opened as he pointed at Reign before looking at Ilumar.
Ilumar sighed, he knew just how much Paul respected Reign, it was borderline worshipping.
He nodded at Paul whose mouth was still open, his mind churning, not knowing what to say, nor what to do.
He remembered his previous actions, how he was yelling and screaming while jumping around. His face turned red from the embarrassment as he knew that Reign had heard and seen everything.
He collected himself, gulping loudly before stepping forward and nearing Reign.
"Hi, my name is Paul," Paul said in a voice that sounded almost robotic. The poor guy was stiff, his hand extending slowly as his eyes were slightly shaking.