He hardly notices the noise either, too distracted by Henry- he helps tug that leg around his waist, hand running back up his thigh to work its way under his shirt, palm meeting skin with an appreciative murmur into the kiss. Ryan could easily just settle for this, and he's tempted to, highly tempted to just ignore that plan for now and stay pressed against him here until they're both satisfied.

But they'd gone to the trouble of sending the crow to fetch, and he belatedly realizes the noise had stopped at some point. He reluctantly leans back, letting his nails scratch over Henry's skin as his hands pull away. "...much as I like that on you," he murmurs with a grin, tugging lightly at the fabric of his shirt, "think you might want to take care of that."