Henry noticed the reaction to his contact, and withdrew his hand quietly. He didn't answer her question; he wasn't entirely unsure of the answer, himself. He knew that he wanted her near him, and that had<em>something</em>to do with the one that had rescued him. Somehow. And keeping her from getting raped by a "slaad," whatever that was.<br/><br/>Instead, he deflected the question. "<strong>Hey, are you hungry? I could go for a burger... and after buying you, that's probably all I can afford,</strong>" he joked. "<strong>I don't know what they were feeding you in there, but that room smelled horrible, and even eating world-class steak in there wouldn't be very appealing.</strong>" He steered the Mini over to an off-ramp, clearly not where he'd been headed before. "<strong>This place over here, I did a job for the owner once. She thought her husband was cheating on her, and he was, but it turned out it wasn't his fault. After exposing that, she gives me excellent service, and if she's present when I show up, she'll throw in something extra - more fries, or something like that. Sometimes a slice of cheesecake. The burgers are about what you'd expect, but her fries are outstanding. And unlike a chain burger joint, I can probably have her make the burger extra-rare.</strong>"