Ronan only arches an eyebrow at that, unsure whether or not Adam's joking.

Eventually, though, a smile tugs at his lips and he lets out a soft huff of a laugh. "Yeah, I'll start using that Blue Sargent litmus test here real soon."

He takes another sip of his beer then, still watching the other three across the room, shaking his head. "I just don't get it, man. Are we just gonna take in every dickbag from Henrietta that shows up here now? I'm not going to some fucking party of Tad Carruther's, I'll fucking tell you that."