"No, not unless you want me vomiting all over the table," Henry says honestly, "Eat your stake," He says, draining his glass and setting it on the table. "You don't seem like you want my company tonight, is all I was saying." He shrugs as a demon brings him another champaign flute of blood, "You're looking for someone else," He says softly, no jealousy, just a statement of fact.