"Ah. Sorry. Got distracted, or I would have made introductions earlier." His grin stretches wider on his face, flashing teeth.

"Ral Zarek. Viceroy of the Izzet Guild of Ravnica, storm mage, and genius inventor, at your service."

Not that the first half would make much sense to someone not of their world and ignorant of the guilds as a whole but...eh. It sounds more impressive all slapped together in one sentence, and he does like feeling proud of his accomplishments.