[Crestfallen, Henry withdraws the soap with a look of confusion written all over his face. He hums thoughtfully. This is the first time he's thought about such a revolutionary approach, as it would seem.]

A better way than making her feel like the street's totally not her scene? I... can't think of anything that would be better than turning her customers against her.

[He shakes his head. Suddenly, since Rose won't do it... Henry takes a good inhale of his own soap, then coughs forcefully.]

Oh, man. This is DEFINITELY effective. On me, at least. Whoa! [He stumbles back a step.] It's like I can smell colors... and your hair smells like iron! Or maybe that's the soap.

[They are both red. Henry shakes his head.] If this works this well, what could be a better option?