Henry took one of the pills, but didn't swallow it right away. He rolled it between thumb and finger for a moment, before deciding to just go with it. He was wearing a skirt and heels, while watching Edward whip the demon who had removed Edward from his head, while the woman who scarred his back stroked his hip. And refilled the martini glass at will. The night was already entirely too surreal, what harm could a pill do?
He looked to Kakia, as he considered his answer. He'd swallowed the pill, and imagined he could feel it traveling through his body to his stomach. "I would be Edward."