While talking is out of the question, humming is actually possible almost pain-free. And so he does make these little appreciative noises as warmth fills his stiff limbs, because it releases some energy and to let Jade know that this feels good. It should hurt, he thinks, after all it's still pressure -- but it doesn't. The cream, maybe, numbing his nerves.

The cup is empty before the tea has a chance to cool down and he puts it on the nightstand, following Jade's gaze. Shinjirou raises both hands, wrists bright red and skin dry as crumpled paper. "Huh?"