That's enough to get Ronan's attention. Cheng had made clear his distaste of Kavinsky the first time they'd spoken at the grocery store, but in the mess of everything else Cheng had revealed, Ronan had nearly forgotten.

He takes another drink of his beer then, head tipped back before he swallows and wipes at the side of his mouth with the back of his thumb.

"I don't get it, you know," he says, his tone almost conversational now. "How that fuckhole gets to be here, alive, while Gansey--" He cuts himself off then, scowling a little. Cheng can likely figure out the rest anyway. His thumbnail catches on the label of the bottle as he leans heavier into the wall. "Whatever. Just a matter of time before he lights himself up."