[Henry notices the look from Jack and nods down, reaching over to very gently pull the young boy's shirt up. His eyes linger on the Ring scars for a moment with a flash of anger.]

No Ring. The Spirit agreed to remove itself entirely from him for a few hours a day in return for the dagger mother had given me.

[He pulls the shirt back down, noting just how dead to the world Ryou seemed to be. It was a mix of cute and amusing, honestly... but Jack's comment causes him to flash the man a grin.]

He is somewhat softer than you...

[Of course, it's teasing back. There truly is no chance of it, especially not after so long.]