Hank's grip gets even stronger, you're sure you're going to have marks for at least a couple hours or so. He's not letting you go."I'm not supposed to tell you."Hank smirks at you, you can see his sharp teeth again. His metallic voice is inhuman, it sounds like it's straight out of a horror movie."You're my dinner."Hank says. He's not kidding. You can tell he's telling the truth when he says that.