Bless this man's patience as Henry treads through an unknown territory of awkwardness. Usually he's on his toes, sharp, easy to fall into step with such a willing and predatory gaze.

The stranger's confidence and acceptance of his poor opening line does seem to snap him out of it slightly at the very least, straightening up and letting a slow grin pull at his lips. More of his usual poise returns, but he still takes a step closer very carefully.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I think I'm at a bit of a loss for banal pleasantries," he admits, still looking the man over unabashedly. He feels...unreal. Like a dream.

"You're so...captivating."