Tell Me The Secret

"What are you doing here?" Victor whispered when he saw him.
"Well, nice to see you, too," answered Henry in a reserved voice. "I am here to discuss business if you must know."
It took Victor a few seconds. Yes. That's right. His father. Henry's father. Business.
"I'm sorry," Victor looked away, embarrassed.
"Did you think I was here to see you?" continued Henry.
Victor felt foolish. And disappointed.
Henry reached into his pocket. A letter.
"You'll need a password this time."
Victor nodded, confused. Henry's breath was warm on his earlobe. Two words.
It was almost time for dinner.