[Henry thinks that he could launch into how it was never a matter of whether he wanted to eat the eyeball, but rather, that being part of a religious state meant doing things just to keep your hands on your arms... But he thinks better, based on her overall responses. The sorcerer nods.]

You got it. See an eyeball? No way from me. If I ever eat one again, you bet your toes that it would only be for a good reason.

[Perfect. He hopes that does the trick. Henry points to himself.]

I'm Henry, by the way. What's your name?