Henry lets out a low chuckle at Steven, shaking his head a little, taking another long draw from the hookah. "What do you like, Steven?" He asks, his voice low and relaxed. His coloring has lost some of the paleness he usually carries, almost a human look, from being well fed. He wonders how long until Steven starts to feel the blood loss, he should get the man something to eat.

"What do you like, Steven? Someone hurting you, acting out until you get what you want, the pain? Or is it something else?"