Ronan grins when Noah takes his own sip, always happy to promote bad habits. Taking another drink for himself, he makes a sound at Noah's request, brow furrowing.

"Do I need to start charging a modeling fee?" he says, though he's already opening the latch on the gate into the barn area and heading for Cinnamon's pen. "How the fuck am I supposed to pose, anyway? I'll just look like an asshole."