[If the marijuana hadn't made him so pliant, Ronan might put up more of a fight or insist on doing this himself. But he's experiencing a pleasant buzz right now and therefore feeling exceptionally lazy despite the mild threat he just issued. Nonchalantly, he tugs his shirt up to reveal his abs and the splotch of red skin across his hip, where Kavinsky's burning fingers hooked around his jeans. It's not terribly severe. Ronan fought him off quickly.]
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