His presence alone is proof that whatever Astaroth told her isn't true. He glares daggers when Astaroth adds to Ruby's pain. "Here I am." He dares her to focus solely on him despite the consequences.

"Why are you so bothered by us anyway? You know, Ruby was never yours. Is that it? You can't admit it to yourself that you think you love her in your twisted little way." He struggles against his bindings to move his hand away but it's useless. His choice against the pain is either to come dangerously close to chipping a tooth or sucking in air and exhaling out heavily to control the pain; he chooses the latter. Blood trickles down to the floor and the fabric of his jeans at an uneven rate. He still manages to give her a defiant look with his eyes as it's all talk until she actually does it. It doesn't go unnoticed that the ring had been her primary focus. That, too, was on the floor with the droplets of red. His next look is one that doesn't follow what she's saying. Eileen doesn't even occur to him. "Who? You can't mean...Jo. That's, uh, it doesn't matter. It really isn't your business." Ruby is one of us is at the forefront of his mind but he bites his tongue rather than add those words exactly.