Henry smiled and stood as the maitre d' showed Sonya to the table. He didn't care at all for the military uniform, no matter how well-tailored it might have been over the woman's obviously fit frame, but as she'd told him, Sonya Blade was a soldier and Henry respected soldiers. Henry extended his hand toward her.
"Captain Blade-- and I hope I got that correct-- it's very, very good to finally meet you face-to-face."
He dropped back into his seat and waved absently at a waiter, who rushed over and refilled Henry's glass of wine.