I chalk that up as a fluke. Complete accident. Henry's way too mellow to be anything but a body snatcher in the SHAPE of a Stillman. I love that kid.
Speaking of hot chicks I'm married to, and not speaking of the pressing need to eat food on occasion... I've got reservations at that schmancy little bistro down in the French Quarter for tonight. You know the one. I propose we dress up like Prohibition-era gangsters and get dinner.