"Yeah, well that's Noah," Ronan says with a shrug. "He likes everyone." His eyes are still locked on Cheng's though it's not as hard a look as it could be, not aggressive.

Or at least not too aggressive.

"And, apparently, he fucking remembers you. Somehow. I still don't get it, but it's some ghost, time thing. I remember you, but only as an annoying little shit forcing people to sign useless petitions. You're not the worst Aglionby shitstain by far, but you're still not the first person I'd choose to be stuck with in a shitty magical city. Something tells me the feeling there is at least fucking mutual."