Never one to back down from a challenge, Henry's face turned confident, almost defiant. He had stared across tables at Princes of both land and church, and would not be cowed. But the penetrating gaze of the dark-haired man still gave him a shudder. Once Shang Tsung was gone, Henry shook his head, trying to ignore the chill, nodding at Sonya's assurance.
"Don't take this wrong, Colonel, but I used to get a feeling like that when I visited the tombs at Westminster Abbey." He switched to a warm smile. "You're quite welcome. Now, how are you doing, really?"