[He chuckles a little, light and airy as usual.]

I hesitate to call that an impressive feat when humans are so easy to scare in general, but.. I get what you mean.

[Yet he's the type to not give humanity much credit for anything at all, so that's neither here nor there.

At that last comment, Henry finally does reach for his glass — only to find that, indeed, it is nothing more than ice. Huffing a little, unsurprised, he places it back down for now.]

You looked, too? I spent a good hour prying into dark corners, looking for even a trace of one.