Henry put on a pleasant smile and extended a hand to Gabriella when she came back into the studio, tour t-shirt on and appropriately breathless. "That's me," he said to her lightly, "nice to meet you...?" When he was meeting fans in a one-on-one atmosphere, Henry insisted on asking for their names, even if it was only to properly sign a photograph or album and was soon to be quickly forgotten. His years as King had taught him the value of it.
She pulled closer without really asking permission and started to paw at his shoulder. Gabriella was also definitely giving him the right kind of appraising looks when it came to his leather trousers. You're doing great he mouthed silently in reassurance.
"Thanks," said Henry to the compliment. "And I'm happy to give my fans what they're wanting," he added with a smirk. "What did you want to hear?"