So much had just happened in such a short amount of time around the young man with the giant purple hat. Barely enough time to take in the Lady of soft brown hair, a porcelain complexion, and a sort of hazel ring surrounding her eyes, actions had taken their course. The head woman of the home greeted him, called for a servant. Servant did not answer, said woman storms out. At least that did give him the fleeting moment to have a quiet greeting with Miss Anya. At that time, he had only responded with a smile, and a polite, focused gaze on whoever would be speaking in the present. But noticing a hand coming out his way, in the most graceful, fair manner, with his own palms cupped behind his back, Galen gave a quick flash of surprise. Finding this was the opportune minute to share a word, as he hadn't been able to slip in his two cents quite yet, the lankly figure stepped forward. Leaning down slightly from the waist, his lips brushed against the back of the offered hand, very briefly while his left hand was already out underneath it as support. Head tilting back to bring his view up with hers, his lips curled at one corner, holding out his position as he spoke.
"Everyone has bad days, just as often as good. It is a pleasure to officially meet you, Anya."
Straightening his spine up, his throat cleared underneath his breath, retrieving his limb back to hang at his side in one swift motion. His eyes lit up a little, as if he wanted to chuckle, but so held it in and expressed it otherwise in this way.
"I'm Galen, not related to you in the least. Which, is probably quite good, being a suitor and all."
As the two other women came to the room again, Galen was busy removing his tophat. All the while his eyes followed Miss Harriet and the other red-faced individual, his fingers occupied with carefully craddling the head accessory, bringing it down to level with his abdominal section. Twirling the item in his hands with ease out of habit, a kind upturn of lips adorned his mouth as a reply crept up along his throat for the head Lady.
"Ah. It's very nice out here. I think what I do enjoy is how quiet it is, how peaceful.."
Shaking his head, loosening up locks of brown hair as they messed about into the correct place somehow, a sigh came with the next gathering of words.
"It is much too busy back home. I don't favor it at all, especially during this season, with the weather being so lovely. Oh! And I must take this time to compliment your family and your staff on the simply beautiful flowers within the gardens. I peeked around and noticed them covering your home, I hope you don't mind."
Raising a hand to rub gently at the back of his neck, Galen gave a sheepish smile before he noticed the red-faced girl that was sent away a moment prior to then coming his way with a drink.
Head tilted to the side only a bit, the young Lord watched the soft shaking that took to her shoulders. How she turned down her sight from his, well, it helped add to the reassurance that she was not in the happiest mood of all time. His expression quickly turned downward, still, his hand came out to grasp the drink slowly, of course not planning on dropping a glass in someone else's home anytime soon.
"Thank you, Cristiana, was it?"
Having brought back up her name being called out earlier to his mind, Galen softened his eyes as he gave a gentle nod in her direction. Bringing his lips to the edge of the cool container of liquid, it was raised up from the bottom using his fingertips, only a small amount splashing against the upper of his tongue. Savoring the taste for a moment longer, his eyes had closed over, letting seconds pass. Looking down to the tea, back over to the assistant, he smiled gratefully and spoke once more.
"This is just what I needed. The perfect refreshment after a long ride over! Wonderfully done."
Gazing back to Miss Harriet, his current show of face did not waiver. Clearly he noticed how the worker was scolded, and he did not know the details behind why. But, he knew everyone needed a little kindness from someone outside of either side once in a while. Fortunately, this was turning out to be a nice day, and his mood reflected the wanting to be that someone at this time.
