Had he known that Frost was reading his thoughts, he would have probably made sure he put more of a filter on tonight. Had he read the thoughts when he had seen Malia tonight? Did he knew how much the woman's dress had affected him? How embarrassing. At his comment, he nodded, sighing softly. "I can assure you none of you are in any danger. I'm practically harmless." Well, mostly harmless. He supposed when his panther was in control, he could be rather harmful. But at least those episodes were getting less and less frequent. Soon, he'd had completely control over his panther. He couldn't wait.
He could tell that he and Nadya were going to just have to agree to disagree. She seemed to want him to understand and frankly, he didn't care what had happened in the past. He just wanted to live his life. He didn't care about feuds or vengeance. He wasn't here to ruffle feathers, to start fights, or anything of the like. He was here as a favor to Malia, at least they had both agreed to that. "I'm only in that pack because of my circumstances. Believe me, some days I'd rather be pack-less then sucked into the drama." He spoke the truth. He wasn't liking being sucked into this pack feud and expecting to pick a side. He didn't have a side. He was just about as neutral as they came.
It seemed as though the conversation finally changed gears. Henry felt as though he was pushed into a corner and that was never a good place to be. He was probably acting more defensive than he probably should be acting, but he felt ganged up on. At Nadya's suggestion at getting to know Jackal, he nodded. He wasn't sure who that was (he admittedly didn't know many people in the ark because he tried to stay by himself), but he supposed he would learn in time. Perhaps it was someone he had met, he just hadn't had the time to associate the nickname to the person just yet.
Thankfully, Malia's innocent nature had caused the tension to almost alleviate when she asked when the food would be here. He grinned. "Usually 20-30 minutes. After all, they make it fresh for us." He had to admit, he did enjoy a fresh cooked meal instead of left-over take-out.
It was Frost's comment that drew his concentration back on the dinner at hand. At his question, he shook his head. "No formal training, but I didn't have the best life growing up. Living on the streets teaches you a lot." While it wasn't always arrows that he pulled out, it was usually bullets. He had learned quickly how to administer first aid. "She looked scared, so I offered to help. I was in a similar situation once, and someone extended the same kindness to me and I can never repay him enough for that." Sterling had done so much for him. He owed the man his life and he would never be able to repay him for that kindness.
When the food finally did come, it was a blessing. Maybe they could spend more time eating instead of talking. Henry picked up his fork and began to roll some of his pasta on his fork and then stab one of the shrimps. As he brought the fork to his lips, his mouth lit up with flavor. It was savory and delicious. This was a good restaurant for sure.