Ronan rolled his eyes, her protests gave him the vibe of some yearling who wasn't getting their way- wah wah, woe is me life is hard. Exactly the kind of thing Ronan didn't have much tolerance for these days. He couldn't see her, figured she'd tucked herself away in one of the dark corners of the ship. Easier to keep warm that way.
"I'm not looking to spoon you, puta madre, woman." Even if it was as freezing as the ninth circle of hell out there, he wasn't that desperate. "What is your problem? Actually no, I don't care, just quit foisting it on me."
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