Henry thanked the waiter as he settled the appetizer in front of them. He took a few cubes of cheese, a small serving of olives, and some artisan crackers and placed them on his plate. While this was far more upscale dining than he was used to, he wanted to at least appear thankful for being invited to such a fancy place as this. He took another sip of wine, just in time to hear Nadya's comment on his feelings about his were.

It had been months ago that he had run into Nadya on the beach and during that time, he had hated everything about being a were. But most importantly, his feelings stemmed from the tragedy of what had happened to his boyfriend, the one person he loved more than anything. His panther had nearly killed the man. He had every reason to hate being a were. It wasn't that he hated weres in general, he just hated his panther.

Henry had hoped that this particular line of conversation would be skipped tonight, but with Malia's inability to filter her responses and Nadya's insistence on expanding his answers to give doubt, he was not going to be able to avoid this line of questioning. He sighed. "To clarify, it was more that I hated what my feline did more so than the feline itself." He had no hatred of weres in general, only his animal. It was his animal that had caused him so much grief. In fact, he couldn't even hate Tetradore for making him a panther. It hadn't been his fault. Henry had simply come in between him and his lunch.

He picked up his menu, looking over the entrees trying to find something palatable. His nerves made him a little bit nauseous, so he was hesitant to order anything heavy. His eyes lifted from the menu as Frost spoke. His words had Henry sighing softly. "As I said, it's not life as a were that I dislike. My feline has regrettably done some things I am not proud of." He thought of Sterling and how the feline had damn near killed his boyfriend. He remembered the blood and screams to stop. He remembered the way he couldn't control himself and he could only watch as his feline mauled the one person that meant more to him than anything else in this world. "That said, I have come a long way." In the months since the mauling, Henry had come to terms with what had happened and he had learned so much from it. He was able to control his feline now, which was a huge feat. There were still many things that he needed to learn, but at least now he was confident that he could shift and not be a danger to himself or to others.

The conversation finally turned off of him and onto Frost, something that Henry was quite thankful for. However, despite Frost's words, he really didn't want or need to know much of anything. Frost wasn't someone he would see or talk to often, so what did it matter? It only mattered because of his relationship with Malia. "I'm not sure what exactly I want to know. Truth be told, the rumors I hear aren't really rumors, more so warnings. Warnings no one cares to elaborate on." Was it a little brazen, yes, but it was the truth. All he had been told was to hate the man on principle...never was he offered any real reason.

He looked back to Malia and thought about what she had said about her love for dancing. While the burlesque was probably not the place for her to go, he could show her some of the good night clubs. "Malia, her dance place is more geared towards men who just want something nice to look at. You need to go to a night club. I know a few good ones." He offered her a tender smile, something that came so easily to him. When he was with Malia, he felt at ease. When he was with her, all the nervousness seemed to drift away and for that, he was thankful.