Red-faced, Henrik spluttered out a response but failed to form actual words. Tom smirked in spite of the sharp slap his leg received, loving the effect he had on his soul-bonded. Henrik was just so easily flustered. It was quite amusing. At least, to Tom it was. Henrik was less than amused, but what could he do? It was how Tom was, and Henrik loved him like that. Still, Henrik had had enough of distractions. He wanted answers and he was going to get them.