Jack's head tilted slightly at Henry's reaction, a slight brow raise in question. Was the boy so thick and in so much denial that he'd truly react that way? It was almost enough to make the crone want to stay in this body, to nudge those inhibitions a little bit to see what might come of them. What sort of reactions would come, what sort of rationalizations. He just smiled softly, nodding ever so slightly, even if there was a hint of sadness.
"You'll have to let some of those..." There was a pause as Jack thought about the word. "Morals? Beliefs? Well, it doesn't matter, you will have to let them go one day. Not saying you should feel that way about another man, but there are men who do. It is accepted by most enlightened beings as simply another way of life."
He claimed a piece of paper that stuck out of the others and looked it over. It really was just a bunch of useless data to the crone, but it created an interesting pattern - the crone could see the pattern, maybe not understand, but see it.
"The cure for werecreatures is no longer necessary. The cure for your self-named and extremely diagnosed disease or curse? Again, unnecessary. Not to be...what is the word I heard, yes, buzzkill - but did you ever think that your cure wouldn't be what you wanted?" Jack peeked over the paper. "You may miss how things are now." Back to the paper in hand. "The volunteers? What sort of people are they? Are they like you?"