[Jack's gaze lingers on the scars, his lip curling in distaste. He doesn't know what they're from, but they still irk him. Still, the lack of the Ring is a relief.

He knows what that dagger means to Henry, and though he's loathe to say anything, it surprises him that this boy has wormed his way into Henry's heart so easily. There must be more to him than he thought, considering his possessed condition.]

Oh? Were you wanting me to curl up by your side too, Henry? If that is all you wished from me, that would be easy enough.