He showers with the ring on, because it's just easier. Means no dissolving towels and no damned ash residue all over him. He's had that a few times and doesn't want to think about it.

When he comes out, he dresses quickly and then puts the ring in it's box before pulling on his gloves, last.

"Baby penguins?" He teases, holding out his gloved hand to her. He's feeling blessed that this is his wife, that she cares enough to be careful around him, that she'll understand when he disappears into his shop so that he can be alone for a bit.

He's not going to thank that manipulative old bastard that had done this, though. He's got a big enough head as it is.