One of the best things about dating, if you asked Henry, was the cuddling. Maybe that sounds totally girly, but he didn't care; it was great, having a girl close to him, curled up on his chest, especially this girl - a goddess, even. When he stopped to think about it, that little fact still blew his mind. He's a pretty simple guy, at heart, and here he was, chosen by Calypso.

His fingers played in her hair as they laid there, content to lie here among twisted sheets. They were in a tangle of limbs, but that was the way Henry liked it, though somehow Calypso still managed to look nothing short of beautiful. She had that way about her - one of the things he loved about her - and he almost wanted to see if she was even capable of getting her feathers ruffled at all. To test the theory, he gave a gentle shake of his hand, mussing up her hair.