A predator? He gritted his teeth, hackles raising as he shot a sour look at Desponia, ears pinning back slightly at the insinuation. He was admittedly trying very hard not to notice the resemblances too, one was very purple and the other was- the timeline did match up but he'd thought...Well, he hadn't wanted to think.
"No," he corrected, stern, intent on not letting her scurry away. This wasn't a topic of conversation to be avoided. He wouldn't allow it. "You know full well I- " Ronan grunted, forcing his shoulders to relax a little, blades held not quite so...pointed. He couldn't go and say he wouldn't hurt anyone when he looked like...this.