Henri was actually a lot like him in the sense that she could be bold at times and that she knew what she wanted. When they had first started this conversation he had no idea where it was going. He had thought she was simply following him to be an annoyance. Pretty soon, however, it became clear that she had started walking with him for a specific purpose. One she was letting him in on right away. Also like him, she struck right to the heart of things. 

"You don’t have to apologize to me,” she replied, her tone rather icy. “But you might want to think of something better for your dearest Stephanie. It’s Stephanie, isn’t it?”

He stopped walking for a second time and this time he didn't start back up again. He stared after Henri, wondering where she got the gall to go after him like this because he knew what her intentions were. It was exactly what he would have done if he were in her place. 

“And I never said there was anything going on besides a bit of snogging but now you’ve got me wondering. What was the dear eldest Holcombe doing with Sabrina Sorelli in a dark corner of a pub, I wonder? Perhaps your father could help me figure it out. I think he’d be a big help, don’t you?

The slip up was from an already stressed mind. It was a major slip up, though. One that Henri was taking every advantage of. He could call her bluff but it would be pointless. He knew she would tell his father. Alexander knew she had been waiting for this, she was positively beaming at the place she was putting him in. "You're playing with fire," he warned her, glaring hard. "What do you want?" he snapped at her. "Were you following me? Pretty petty of you if you were. Don't you have anything bloody better to do?"