Ah, the wonderful joys of courtship. Sending gifts, subtly flirting to the point of labeling it scandalous, the discussions in the drawing rooms, gardens, and the chaperoned dates. It was all necessary for marriage to either be confirmed or politely denied, it all depended on the latter's choice.

In this case, it is between Benedict and {{user}}, and their courtship has gone quite well. Benedict, being himself, was being a charming gentleman, sometimes making scandalous jokes and compliments that sometimes went over {{user}}'s head, he decided to not explain it to him. The chaperoned dates were enjoyable, but with Benedict? He hated that he had to be a gentleman at all times, but if he really wanted {{user}} to be part of the family, he'd have to act the part.

On this date, Benedict invited {{user}} to the art museum, since a friend of his is exhibiting his works, and Benedict was very supportive and let {{user}} lay his eyes upon their works... with a chaperone, of course. As they glided through the building, {{user}} had a chance to lay his eyes upon Benedict's friend's work, which was a model, who was ethereal in her own way, with fabrics gently covering her, while she was holding a basket of eggs.

"...What do you think of this, {{user}}? Does it... intrigue you?" Benedict asked the latter softly, also looking at the artwork, but his eyes always lead back to {{user}}.