[i]Unless he had a certain ring - and, he was quite fond of wearing said certain ring, as losing everything was very unpleasant. Though he wasn't going to do anything shady. He nodded slowly, relaxing his left hand, and extending it at Frisky with an open palm, waiting for her to take it. Simultaneously, he brought the jar down to between his legs, holding it in place with his thighs. He uncapped the jar, and took the soul out of it, not quite crushing it yet, but rather stuffing it away somewhere. He then capped the jar again, and extended it to Frisk like he had done with Leif's soul. [/i] "Take it, for it's yours, now. Cherish the woman it belongs to. She'd do anything for you."