Arching an eyebrow, Ronan sidles a look across the length of the room for a moment and then back to Blue. "Yeah, I guess this would seem fucking fancy to you," he says, though there's no real heat in his tone at all.

He takes another drink of his beer.

"And how many eight year olds do you know who drink shitty-ass beer?" he asks, shaking the bottle in his hand.