Gus folds his arms across his chest. Usually it's best to stay out of this kind of father and son battle. But Gus doesn't think Henry is giving them much of an option here.

"Hey!" God he hates it when they both look pissed off, and worse when it can be directed at him. "Either you believe us or you don't, it doesn't matter. Let's just get on with dinner, before it burns or something."