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[indent][sup][color=ab274f]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/IIomrbO.jpg]Click here[/url]
[color=ab274f]Time:[/color] 9:30 am
[color=ab274f]Location:[/color] Danrose Entrance Hall
[color=ab274f]Interaction(s):[/color] [@JJ Doe] Hendrix
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[indent][/indent]Wulfric followed down the hall several paces behind his mother, who was just as disinclined to wait for him as he was to try and catch up. There was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary…until there abruptly was. The scent of the gardens was shortly followed by a shape appearing from the shadows as if it had simply been given form right there and then. The very moment these unusual events entered his awareness, the prince’s body reacted on reflex, turning towards the unknown, beginning to take on a stance more appropriate for facing a potential danger…

But it was just Count Hendrix.

Wulfric let himself ease into a more natural position, the familiarity of the man and the sudden departure of his initial tension enabling him to return the pleasantries as if nothing had been amiss. [color=ab274f]“Count Hendrix, how unexpected,”[/color] the tone was all pleased surprise as he offered a polite smile to Fritz. But he couldn’t help his curiosity, and allowed his words to subtly prod at the strangeness of the count’s [i]uninvited[/i] presence. 

He merely watched as the other man approached, listening to what he had to say. [color=ab274f][i]Ah. Your mistake,[/i][/color] Wulfric thought, [color=ab274f][i]was assuming I enjoy flattery.[/i][/color] The appeal to his pride was all too clear. Nonetheless, he added some appreciation to his smile. If anything was masterful, it was Hendrix’s performance. Quite reminiscent of Count Damien, actually.

[color=9354FF]“…its future even brighter…”[/color] Fritz was finishing his speech. Wulfric nodded graciously once it came to an end. [color=ab274f]“Indeed,”[/color] he replied, twisting the distant admiration at the count’s skillfulness into something approaching satisfied appeasement. Privately, he questioned just how much Hendrix had gathered from the meetings (one public, one private) he must have witnessed. Enough to tailor that particular compliment, certainly, but aside from that? A dotted outline, or the full picture? [color=ab274f][i]And what else…?[/i][/color]

Despite his suspicions, Wulfric was genuinely intrigued by the offer – which he was sure the count knew – and did the expected thing when Hendrix leaned closer; reciprocated with anticipation. Overall, Fritz's words had the feeling of being a construct of unrelated truths. It was somewhat…[i]concerning[/i] that someone had such information so handily. Admittedly, also impressive.

The prince straightened back up, raising his brows at the mention of a ‘respectable man’. [color=ab274f][i]There is such a thing as too convenient, you know.[/i][/color] But he [i]did[/i] want what was being presented, perhaps with some imprudent impatience on his part.

[color=ab274f]“There is no need for you to apologize, count, as you couldn’t possibly have known.”[/color] That was true; unlike himself, the count had no reason to suspect his siblings’ involvement last night. Though this was also much beside the point. [color=ab274f]“But truly, your resourcefulness does you credit. You clearly have me at a disadvantage, for [i]I[/i] do not know whom you are referring to.”[/color] Wulfric watched Fritz curiously, letting him do with the implied request to reveal this man’s name as he would.