Feeling that grip on his sleeve, Su-jin pulls it free and takes the little selkie's hand instead. If that will help him feel more at ease, it's not something Su-jin's bothered by. Centuries ago, perhaps he wouldn't have done such a thing, but it's been some long time since casual touch has troubled him. Shaking hands is pretty common in the West and in his career. Holding a skittish creature's hand while the cross the street is hardly an issue.

"What may I call you?"