<br/><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSvCmjwtqp1zLousJDFK_oKiGOThjWoDZLO5nB8YLOq6psywVxc5Q)</div><br/>Henry matches her gaze with a smile, amused somewhat in turn by her reaction to his polite address.<br/><br/>"An experienced guide would be lovely, Miss Soraya. I've been to similar gatherings before, but of a lower class stratum - there you would be more likely to find academics arguing esoteric theory, or chemists exchanging recipes. Nobles trading scandalous gossip or critiquing each other's fashion decisions is entirely beyond me, let alone the murky depths of politics as applied to the performing arts."<br/><br/>Not entirely without knowledge in how to behave in such company, however little use it might have had till now, Henry is nonetheless happy to have someone willing to be friendly without any visible strings attached (yet). He offers her his arm, the better to blend in with the milling<em>hoi polloi</em>in posture if not costume.