Henry was quiet as Nadya offered Malia the time of a lifetime. Henry thought about what she might look like dressed in costumes and dancing. The thought led him to a far different line of thinking, one in which he should not dabble into. Malia was not his girlfriend. He was with Sterling and he had to remember that. He couldn't cheat on the man again. Not to mention, Malia deserved better. Malia deserved someone who could love her unconditionally. Yes, he was attracted to Malia. Yes, his panther was rather bound to her. However, he had to keep his thoughts pure tonight. He couldn't afford another slip up.

He watched quietly as Frost tried to help Malia pick something out of the menu. He had to admit that Frost did take care of Malia. When he had found Malia, he was instantly drawn to her. He wanted to ensure her safety and so, he had invited her to his home, mended her bullet wound, and gotten herself cleaned up. He had tried his best to be a good summaritan. The more he got to know Malia, the more he believed that she truly did deserve every kindness in the world.

His gaze was brought back to Frost when he commented that he would hate himself as well if he had done "those things" too. Could Frost see those images that he had kept to himself? No one but Sterling had been privy to that night. He had told Raven what had happened, but she hadn't seen that night. "Can you see my memories?" It would not have been the first time that Henry had come across someone who could read thoughts and memories. He disliked the power altogether, thinking it as a breach of trust. Some memories were not meant to be shared. But the way that Frost said he would practically hate himself if he had done some of those things was enough of a clue for Henry. Henry could have hated himself for something minor â€" for a scratch or bite. In fact, he could have hated himself for any number of things. But there was only one that could cause such hatred. "Those are private memories and I would appreciate it if you keep out of my head." He tried to keep his frustration in check, not wanting to get full out angry with Frost. He was hurt that the other thought it was alright to simply read his mind without any thought to personal decency. He would give Frost the benefit of the doubt this time. He wouldn't do so again.

While he was pleased that Malia was sticking up for him, he wasn't exactly a fan of her exposing that his panther could be feral. He sighed. "Malia...I don't go around sharing that piece of information." He especially didn't want the neighboring packs to know. Too late now. "I'm not as feral as she makes me out to be. I've said I've come a long way..." In fact, he was now able to control himself pretty well. HE had his moments, but he was making great strides.

Henry brought up that he was supposed to hate Frost on principle. It did not surprise him that Nadya spoke up, saying her peace in the matter. No one had truly mentioned what had happened. Sure, they had mentioned it once, but Henry hadn't been there to witness the event. There was no point in playing "he said-she said" when it didn't really matter. "Calm down, Nadya...I never said I hated Frost nor did I say I simply believed your brother blindly. I wasn't there to witness the event so I have no room to comment." He couldn't comment either way. Just because he was a part of the nightshade pack did not mean he would always trust everything they said one hundred percent.

But instead of dropping the topic, Frost was intent on elaborating. Henry didn't care what had happened in the past. He hadn't been around for it and he was damn sure not going to get sucked into the drama. No matter what had happened, it wasn't going to change who he made friends with. Malia was one of those friends he refused to get rid of. Even when the packs were at odds with one another, Henry was still there for Malia. Nothing would change that and he was quite content to just let the drama roll off his back. Frost had other plans.

He listened quietly, keeping most of his comments to himself. He had seen how much Raven and Alexis were friends, so it did not surprise him that Raven would go to bat so easily for her. He could not comment on why she had continued to test the issue instead of leaving. He couldn't comment as to why Tetradore had painted his house in blood, the very fact that Tetradore had died or any of those things. Sure, he might want to know the details, but they were hardly important. Henry was not one to cause unnecessary drama. After all, he wasn't around for that. Perhaps it was better if he didn't know those details.

Henry tried to clear his thoughts, to not allow Frost to get to him as he suspected he might be doing. This was all a test and he was sure he was already failing. Perhaps there was still hope yet. "I'll have the shrimp alfredo." His words were spoken to the waiter followed by a soft smile. At least the food was ordered. While he wasn't really hungry, he would be polite.

Frost's next question had his gaze turning towards him. When he asked if he worked for the ark, he shook his head. "No, I don't work at the Ark. It's not my thing." Perhaps he was probably expected to bring in business, but he didn't much care. He had been spending his months training. There had been no time for working. "I've been spending my days training." Training to control himself, not training to fight. He should perhaps get a job and work, but he had hardly found the proper job. He was born from money, so he really didn't have to work if he didn't want to. And yet, he didn't share that little secret. The last thing he needed was to appear as a trust fund kid.