"Evasive brats don't get what they want, Steven," Henry shrugs; he can also play this game. His fingers stay curled in Steve's blond locks, his free hand picking up the pipe of the hookah and taking a long draw, and blowing out a smoke ring after a moment.

He sets the pipe down and tugs Steven's hair a little, exposing this neck again, and taking another slightly longer drink before pulling away and leaning back against the leather of the seat, licking his lips, "Evasive brats typically get ignored until they learn to use their words."