Henry grunts as Steve pulls him forward, his chest hitting the barrier between their booths. He blinks and pulls back a little, the bruises from the blow to his chest appearing and vanishing in a matter of minutes.

Henry finally bites his tongue; perhaps he pushed it a little too far, but it wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.

"You underestimate my abilities, Steven," Henry says softly, but he reaches up and puts his hand on the side of Steven's face, "Take a breath," He says, eyes dark, almost all pupil, as he smoothly climbs into Steven's booth pressing against the man, "I didn't mean to upset you," He smiles a little, "I just enjoy pushing buttons and running my mouth a little too much," He says fingers pushing up into Steven's hair, "If your outfit bothers you so much, why don't we get your out of here and out of it," Henry offers, "Or we could just stay in this nice dark corner,"