She lets the fingers of one hand curl around the mug, before leaning forward and shaking his hand with the other. It's a smooth gesture and met with a smile and eye contact all the same. "Elena Gilbert. A pleasure."

Once she releases his hand, she leans back and takes a sip of the whiskey, more as a show of good faith than anything else. The memory potion in it won't hurt her - she has all her memories - and she doesn't want him to think it's poisoned.

"So let's talk business."