Henry meanders around the Schnee Dust Company's charity event, attempting to mingle with the other guests but without much luck. Yet, he notices a fellow guest admiring one of the paintings being sold, and with the most charming smile he can muster, he confidently strolls over.

Henry stops and casually leans against the pole of the stanchion, gazing at the person with his light-brown eyes. "It's beautiful. The painting, I mean."