Of course out of all of the possible people to run into, it just had to be someone who protected a prince. Of course. This is his kind of luck. No wonder the way he was getting scolded earlier felt so familiar! He sure hopes that whichever prince Gladio is protecting doesn't have to be on the receiving end of that, sheesh...

Before he can get too lost in that thought though, he realised he's practically being asked a question here. "Oh-- I'm a swordfighter, mostly. There's some other weapons I can use if I try, but swords always felt the most comfortable to me."

There's the tiniest moment of hesitation before he holds out his hand to Gladio, hoping a handshake from the other might just not crush every single bone in his hand. "My name's Inigo, by the way. And.." Any hint of hesitation is quickly replaced by a slightly too hopeful smile, as if this part only seems to have been fully processed by now. "You really believe it?"