[One does wonder. Perhaps it has something to do with her unusual upbringing, perhaps it's something more human, more insecure. Heavens knows that only makes Henry Creel more curious.

He watches as she fiddles with her fingers. A little tell.]

Well. That's all right.

[His head tilts.]

You could say I'm pretty stubborn. And I'm the same way. Maybe we'll both just regret it if we get to know each other more.

[Henry has his fair share of skeletons in the closet. So, so many of them. Despite his human form, this is not his body any longer. Despite his smiling face, that is not his true self. Despite the show of his powers thus far, they are much more insidious in nature than he's let on.

Maybe all of that will be too ugly for Amelia to stomach, later down the line. He is not ashamed of any of it; but he is self-aware. Still, nothing for it but to keep pushing on, to keep centered on the goal of returning home.]

But we won't know until we find out, right? [He leans aside, nudging her gently with a shoulder. It's the first gesture of physical anything from Henry, even if it's a negligible thing, playing at his tease.]