There's a flicker across Adam's expression, a look that Ronan can read all too well. He's holding back, biting back the impulse to call Ronan a hypocrite. A weaker person would cave to the impulse, indulge in an easy, petty swipe. Ronan would.

But Adam only shrugs it away a moment later, easily shifting topic.

"Mmm," Ronan answers, tipping his head back to look up at the ceiling. "Hadn't thought of that." He could do it, he thinks. He still hasn't dreamt much since being taken, but it's getting easier. Little by little. Even Adam's pen had been acquired with barely a blip. Eyes closing, his lips twitch into a mischievous smirk. "Want me to?"