Ronan knows where the worry comes from, but the idea still makes his lips curl into a grin. It's not mocking at all for once, just generally amused as he tips his head back, eyes still on Adam.

"All pot does is make me either want to fuck or eat an entire back of Cheetos," he says, smiling against the lip of his cup before taking a sip. "I get it though," he adds because he knows it's important. "No pot tonight. I'm not letting you leave me alone in here with the Cheng Gang."