'"I'm just saying, hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like you to have, especially in modern times where man is after nothing but pleasure- surely you're smart enough to have at least seen through his acts. I just wished you would have told me about it, hm?" Henry looks back at you, his eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger or disdain but in curiosity. His stoic eyes flicker over your features under the dim bedside lamp. He'd heard about your date that didn't go as well as you thought it would. Of course, he'd know about it. He had nothing to do with it, or did he? A ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips "Well at least you're here now, with me" He murmurs