[As Tataru's Seneschal, Henry asserted that he wouldn't be very good at charming and servicing any ladies. But she insisted that he at least spread himself out a little bit, just to help out and make the event go smoothly. Just a little bit.

Dressed in quite the ornate get-up, Henry doesn't at all seem to mind the finery of his outfit as he swoops in at the side of... Lady or Seneschal alike?! Maybe he misunderstood the memo and decided that his orders are to keep anybody company. Regardless of your character's participation, Henry smiles at their side before taking a seat before them, his manner a bit careless yet refined. The refinement is likely an illusion of his admittedly handsome attire.

It seems he's been sent to participate in the Tête-à-Tête aspect of the affair, but he did bring a pot of tea with him. And cups. And scones? Actually, he has the whole ordeal on a serving tray, and he has it levitating at his side! Why hold something that could break on flimsy ankles like his when magic is much easier and more stable?

...Speaking of magic. Anyone with a sense for it, well... He exudes some very off magical aura. Something quite unsettling.]

Heya! Tataru wants me to make sure nobody's without conversation, and you looked like you needed some to me. Hope I'm not twisting your arm or anything, just by keeping you company. I don't like to twist people's arms in anything but the literal sense, if I'm gonna do it at all, so tell me to scram if you reeeeally don't want company.

[He's doing fantastic. This is why Tataru primarily assigned him to be her Seneschal, and an observant sort will be able to notice that he's been at her side for much of the time.]

[That-a-way lies The Dressing Room for Ladies, as many have been made aware. Those without the nice clothes can go and dress up for the day to feel their very prettiest, to take pictures and enjoy the afternoon being treated as lovely as they look. It's all in good spirits, and it must have its fair share of use, given how little many care to stock their wardrobe with fine clothes. Henry, however, isn't the greatest at directions sometimes...

And this leads him to behave in ways that can only be construed as deeply questionable.

The sorcerer, with his shifty disposition in general, glances about the room with a... Well, it's a smile, all right. A smile difficult to read, one that could easily be construed as mischievous, secretive, or even creepy as he advances on practiced, stealthy steps in the very direction of the ladies dressing room.

The way he glances about... He must think nobody's seen him. Ladies and Seneschals alike, will you protest this sketchy fiend before he makes it to the dressing room? This could be a dire matter of protecting people from a certified weirdo!]

A black cat's pretty much the perfect Familiar for a Witch, right? Riiiight?

[Henry's... weirdly adored by animals. Like a bonafide Disney Princess, he sits among a crowd of cats, though it's not because dogs don't want to approach. The cats have kind of claimed him. Like, his legs, his lap, his arms, either side of his legs... You get the picture. He's lousy with cats.

The silver-haired dark mage grins at his new company, petting a black cat who has taken residence in his arms.]

Say, did you wanna find one that fits you best? I can talk to animals, so I can help figure out what any of these critters think of you, if you'd like.

[Come up with another prompt and I'll roll with it. Alternatively, shoot me a PM or get in touch via smaaaaash.]