Ah. Solomon regarded the Ring for a few moments, not warily but thoughtfully, as a man considering his options. It would likely offer them any extra power they needed, but without knowing quite what they were attempting to do that was a dangerous proposition; if the Ring was in any fashion sentient then it would well force them to use more power than they wanted.

No. Best, at this stage, to leave the Ring as a final option.

"Another time," he said, "if we need it. I would rather know the constraints for which we need it before paying its cost, if it has one." He would just have to be careful about pressuring the ghosts, in that case.

Solomon manifested a small bowl on the table and used his small knife to reopen the cut he'd made on his palm, but a little more deeply this time. He hissed slightly as he did so, letting blood pool in the bowl until the bottom was covered before pulling back and putting pressure on the wound. He nodded at Bakura. "When you're ready."