There's so much of what Ronan and Adam say to each other that's unsaid. It's in the looks that they give each other, in the touches and hand squeezes, in the insults they lob at each other. Ronan nods a little at Adam, telling him that he gets it.

It's his super power. He knows what he's doing as well and he feels absolutely no shame in it.

That's a good reaction, not one he's expected, but then he hasn't had a lot of practice saying things like that in front of people.

He smirks at the comments, but doesn't blush. Ronan doesn't embarrass easily. He simply tilts his chin up in a 'touche' sort of gesture.

He shakes his head a little. "Nah. I'm not really a school sort of guy. I'm raising kosher, pampered, expensive as fuck per pound, grass-fed cattle so rich people can feel better about their hamburgers. I've got a shit ton of land outside of Henrietta." He rolls his neck a little. "What are you majoring in, Barry?"