Ronan only arches an eyebrow at first, not missing how easily Noah brushes it aside. But it's not exactly something he wants to hound on himself so he's happy to let the topic slide.

So he shrugs instead, setting the camera on the table and grabbing his beer before he drops onto the couch by Noah's feet, relaxing into the cushions. "Nearly done," he says as he takes a sip. "Probably cheating since I'm dreaming so much of it, but fuck if I care. Probably do better in Cabeswater that way anyhow. You gone to see it lately?"