"Tell me Agatha… Why do you think I am here?" Henry asked casually with his right leg up the other. There was no anger, coldness nor seriousness to him.
Seeing him so calm made the situation more difficult for Agatha. She had faced him in many ways, more-so rowdy and rough than this, and it couldn't have been more problematic for her.
"How am I supposed to answer that? I don't know why you're here; I don't know why you're acting like this and I specially don't like that you're holding my daughter for something so unnecessary."
"We could have done this in my office… where we would have been alone."
"Huh…" Henry sighed while shaking his head down, "You know, after all we've been through, mostly with our bodies… I'd think you'd be a bit more honest with me. Come on, you really think I'd be here, holding your little daughter hostage over something that you don't know about?"
