[There is something, maybe just subtly noticed, that is very critical about Henry's gaze when he watches a person or examines a thing. Just a quiet underpinning beneath blue eyes, that same gaze sweeping across the chalked dragon on the ground, careful not to step too close to it, else he smudge the lines with the toe of his shoe.]

You're right to be wary. Too much hospitality is just as suspicious as none at all. If not more so.

[This coming from a man who puts on a facade of smiles and politeness more often than not. Finally, his gaze tracks back up to Will.]

Really? What kind of game?