Sylvia scratches another slow line down Henry's skin, cutting through his shirt on his shoulder this time. It's a languid and bored sort of act, as if she was just trying to pass the time. Sorry Shinobu that he's so useless right now. He's trying his best though, because at that moment, he gasps a little.

Maybe it's Sylvia's mood or something about an intruder in his dream that slowly shakes him out of it, but he finally manages eye contact.

"I'm... I'm awake— shit," he says with a shivering quality to his words. The pain of the small scratches all over his upper body has him a bit startled, but he breathes quickly. As he comes to a little more, he's looking at Sylvia then back at Shinobu. "What's this...?"

He sounds almost pathetically young, considering he's still in his 17-year old body.