"I was sleeping quite well before your interruption."

She didn't ask, and she doesn't care if he can't sleep. Good, he deserves to have sleepless nights, at least until he can be useful. The more and more she repeats this sort of thought, the easier it is to believe. Maybe that's all that happened to Henry.

The wine helps, too, which she helps herself to another glass of while nibbling on a small piece of cheese, continuing to ignore where he's at. If he's trying to get a reaction out of her...

"Are you also attending the upcoming progress, then? This is not how you say farewell."