"Certainly not accustomed to full costume changes at the door, but it is handy, I suppose. It's not as though they brought us here with full wardrobes."

Half a second to measure the gesture for what it is; different traditions in different places, so a moment to read body language and make certain a handshake is being initiated. Then it is accepted firmly. A strong (by human standards) but easy grip, the warmth of his palm occasionally interrupted by the bands of steel that are his ring splints.

The smile there beneath the edges of his mask is warm but discerning.

"Enver Gortash. A pleasure to meet you, Loki."