Henery cards his fingers through Steven's hair again, playing with the strands at the base of Steven's neck before gently petting through Steven's hair again. He can hear the man's heart beginning to slow as he relaxes. "Take another breath," Henry says softly.

"It's not irrational," Henry points out softly, "Everyone has limited things they like and don't like," He says easily, gesturing to a demon, "You're allowed to like to see people in dresses and not enjoy wearing them yourself, "I'd rather be naked than in fetish wear," He shrugs. "You could take the dress and heels off if that would make you feel better, and I'll keep this up," He scritches Steven's scalp a little.

The demon comes with a hookah and a glass of blood for Henry, "What would you like to drink, Steven?"