Ryo hadn't heard the soft damn. He listens as he heard how he got bruised up on his knee. "Ouch. Yeah. That kind of stuff happens. But it hurts when it does." he says softly. He tilts his head to the side. "Good question. I don't know either. Maybe he was more exhausted than he realized." he says softly. Continueing to cook. He blinks and looks at Shadow. He looks back at the food. He answers him in Italian. "SÃ¬. Avete un temperamento violento. Mio padre aveva un carattere violento. Le persone che mi avrebbero picchiato nel corso degli anni ha avuto un temperamento violento. Per dirla semplicemente ... temperamento violento dolore sempre uguale. Questo Ã¨ ciÃ² che il mio cervello si collega." (Yes. You have a violent temper. My father had a violent temper. The people who would beat me up over the years had a violent temper. To say it simply...violent tempers always equal pain. That is what my brain connects it to.) He sighs and looks at the food. Flipping the pancake and scrambling the eggs some more.