"His whole fucking face is an eyesore," Ronan argues with a sneer.

Though it's a sneer that falters only a moment later when he realizes what exactly it is he's said, his lips twitching into something that's almost a smile instead. He eyes the glass in Cheng's hand then reaches up to tap the neck of his bottle against it before taking another swig.

"So what the fuck did he do to you?" he asks, licking the beer from his lips. "Or do you just see whatever one else here is too fucking blind to figure out?"