"Because it's your name," Henry says, fingers tracing down Steven's spine with a bit of pressure, "Would you prefer I call you something else?" He asks, fingers stopping at the point where Steven's back turns into tail bone and working his way back up, then giving the back of Steven's neck a firm squeeze.

He smiles a little watching the blond start to relax under his touches. He takes a sip from his drink with his free hand, as the other stays at the back of Steven's neck, thumb rubbing a circle on one of the arteries.