Albert frowned as it seemed every available woman was being snatched up to dance. No matter, he wasn't looking for anything that took effort. With a drink in hand, he headed towards the art room seeing a man there as well. He barely cast a glance his way as he strolled along to look at the paintings giving them his own critical eye. He wasn't a painter himself, but he could understand design and balance. Most of this was well enough for an art exhibit he supposed, for a place like Whitby.

As he found himself closer to the other, they were both staring at the same piece. "What do you think of the art in this place? This looks like they are trying to do post impressionism but I think the brush strokes are a bit too thick and stilted. The color is good though." He decided to toss in a compliment to not seem like a cynical bastard who got off on trashing other's works.