He did as he was told, hungry for a loss of the anger coursing through his veins. There was no one he could fight with and not destroy so it was better to let it go. If James had still be in the hotel . . . Well, he wasn't. There was no one Steve could currently turn to for the darker needs that sometimes got so strong. That was why he'd come to the club in part, for the small chance someone could stand up to him.

Stupid.

Steve let the words flow over him, focusing on the feel of those hands in his hair. Although his eyes were open, they were mostly unfocused as he let his mind go blank. He noted the gesture, and the when the demon came over he blinked and his eyes grew a bit sharper, though he didn't try to sit up and look alert. Steve's lips twitched a little when he saw the glass, amused Henry would risk what the club might try to slip him.

"Whiskey. Double."