It's only a quick, quiet sound, but Ronan falters briefly, forcing himself not to acknowledge it or the affect it has on him before he continues giving Noah's foot another squeeze.

"Yeah," he replies none too proudly. "In the main room. A real one, too. Well, dreamed to be real at least. Takes wood, all that shit." For a moment, he's tempted to lay down a rule that Noah's not allowed to bring anyone there. Mostly Freddie. But he manages to bite it back, to swallow it down. Despite how much the idea of that shitstain stepping foot in his farmhouse makes his blood boil.