So they'll wake up and know if they're your type or not. What's the big deal? The big guy back there knows I like his scar. If we meet, maybe we can talk about the bloody incident where he fought lions and nearly lost his eyeballs.

[Henry shrugs, continuing on with his whimsical stroll.]

If I were one of the strangers you had to talk to, I'd be flattered that you stopped for me and said stuff, even while I slept like the dead. Maybe you're making future friends. See? Nothing to be ashamed of.