[Yuuri draws back from him enough to bow. It's about as graceful as if he was sober, but substantially less proper and more elaborate and flourish-y.]

Sorry, sorry! I'm Yuuri!

[His voice is a little bit singsong, dragging out the long u-sound -- "Yu~u~ri!"]

And I don't remember if I'm forgetful or not! I don't think I am, but I can't remember what I can't remember, so...