Well aware that these talks could turn into a bloodbath if his sister goes off and punches the prince for touching her, he would watch her movements, and match his own to hers, acting as a physical buffer between the view of the Prince and Lenally.  However, their's nothing in his appearance or movements to suggest this is a planned course of action, something he's thought out.<br/><br/>However, the appearance of two more members of royalty gives him pause. He turns around, his eyes slowly sweeping over first the prince, then the princess, in turn. He eyed them both for several seconds, his keen, cold gaze quietly analyzing them.<br/><br/>The prince seemed hesitant and perhaps a bit slow on the draw of his sword, so to speak; and from the build up of his muscles, he was clearly no warrior. That seemed legitimately the case, and not just an act, a mask to hide behind.<br/><br/>The princess seemed far more confident, perhaps even a bit on the flaunting side of things.  She looked, also, and not surprisingly, to be wholly incompetent with a sword or any other weapon or piece of armor, but, he imagined, she might know her way around a thin dagger; stiletto, or the like. Perhaps poison. From what he gathered, the royalty of other nations often dabbled in such things, though this conclusion of his is quite a bit shaky, and, if he actually expressed his thoughts in any way, possibly indicative of wariness about this whole situation.<br/><br/>However, as is, their's no real way to tell what his judgments about them are. Some people, as the saying goes, hold their cards close to their chest; Henrik folds them into a stack, and keeps them hidden between his hands, so to speak.<br/><br/>"Greetings, Prince and Princess," He would begin, his voice as cold and dispassionate as metal. He would bow before them, in return, as he introduced himself. "I am Prince Henrik of the Aserit family, strategist and guardian of my country." It was, perhaps, a bit of a metaphorical flourish to say such a thing, and not entirely like him, but he had a reason.<br/><br/>From Henrik's understanding of other countries, they conducted themselves in this manner usually. It wasn't like that in Aserit, but their was a lot of differences between Aserit and the rest of the world. He was trying, however, to blend in, and hopefully not insult them.  Though, he might have confused them by calling himself a 'guardian' of his country. That was his own, obtuse way of making mention of his position as both a warrior and a strategist.<br/><br/>Righting himself, they might be able to notice some startling details about his attire. Wearing armor, obviously, is strange, but not unexpected of the Aserit; but the cloak he wears, despite being black, has noticeable stains on it. Blood stains, in fact. Attached to this cloak, near to his chest, was an emblem of a raven with blood red eyes; the signet of the Bloody Ravens, and something that all of their Honor Guard incorporated somewhere into their attire. The emblem has an odd design to it; when looking at it front on, it also looks like the raven is staring intently, malevolently back. Of course it's just an emblem, it's not alive, but it<em>feels</em>that way because of its design. It's unnerving for most.<br/>