Henry stops and puts his hands in his pockets, studying Steven, his eyes dark and predatorial. "You didn't what, Steven?" He asks, arching an eyebrow, "It's not hard to find someone, to get someone alone, not here, and not back home," He says, licking his lips, "I wear the face of a man and have a streak of kindness, and the ability to love, and care for humans, but I am still a predator, with the needs of a predator, sometimes I don't want to be fed, sometimes I want to hunt," He laughs shaking his head.

"A good chase?" Henry asks, still watching Steven giving a soft huff.