With a grunt, Ronan squirms against the press of Noah's other foot before grabbing it and setting it with the other across his lip, one thumb still digging into Noah's arch.

"Yeah, all that shit," Ronan agrees with a faint smile, glancing over at Noah then. He likes the idea of all of that, if he's honest. With Adam and Noah both. With Gansey if he can bother to be around. "Tell ghost stories," he adds with a wider grin as gives Noah's big toe a yank. "Or is that racist?"