Shen Yuan laughs, delighted at Galahad making a joke. "I think that might be a bit much, for a first date. I feel like hair festooned with flowers like I'm in a John William Waterhouse painting might be, like, third date material." Oh, man, note to self, do not mention Waterhouse to Laertes.

He leans over so he can look at himself in the mirror, at the intricate braidwork. Honestly, this alone might be a bit much for a first date—it looks more like hair for a bride than a hopefully casual and relatively staid dinner. "This is beautiful, Magnus, thank you." He can always undo it later if he needs to. "Hey, by the way, I'm going to paint a portrait of Galahad, one of these days. You want one?" He can do a series—Protagonists of the Mansion.