"I'll keep that in mind," Ronan said. He could make no promises. The reason should be obvious by now: he wasn't an idiot. He was a complete idiot with some strokes of genius provided it had nothing to do with his own self-preservation.

"So, if you're telling the truth..." Because Ronan definitely didn't want to seem like a gullible fool if Stacia was lying, never mind the fact that he was already starting to buy this explanation. "Can you control yourself or do you want to just eat people all the time? You sound like you can do it whenever." His voice began to wend its way back to an almost casual air. However his body was still tense, still ready just in case.

The best way to deflect an unwanted subject of conversation was to redirect it. Ronan had learned that from the best, his father, and later his brother, Declan, though he'd never admit the latter.

Of course, his brother probably would have warned him not to redirect it by delving into someone else's secrets unless you had experience. After all, most people expected reciprocity. It was the basics of making friends. Ronan's inability to share his deepest secrets probably said a lot about why he'd succeeded at that at total of oh, maybe four or five times.