Henry smirked. "I'd say the standing and curtsey weren't necessary, Anne, but with legs like those, I'm not about to complain." He ran a hand through his short, dark hair and took in the office. Anne certainly seemed to have been dropped right into the thick of this modern world, and considering how aback he'd been taken by everything, particularly the technology, he sympathised with her culture shock.
"Well, offically, my manager and-- more importantly-- my lawyer decided that we needed to have ourselves a meeting regarding my public image. Apparently, after that picture was published last week, there are pregnancy rumours floating around and some large store may refuse to carry our next album." He waggled a finger in her direction. "Improving that situation is, as I understand, your job."
A smile spread across his face. "More importantly, I wanted to look in on you. How are you faring?"