"It's nice to meet you, Marine," Marius said. It amused him slightly that both of their names began with the first three letters, but be didn't bother to mention it. Upon hearing that she would let him sit there, he nodded, and did so, sitting about a foot away from her. He folded his wings against his back and was silent for a moment. The seventeen-year-old had never been great at conversations, but he supposed he could be the first to talk about something.
"How are you on this fine evening, Marine?" he asked her.
"How are you on this fine evening, Marine?" he asked her.