[ Paranoid.

While it does sound unlikely, the way Axel puts it, Ronan still shrugs, mouth stuck in a half-smirk. ]

Do you wish there was? Magic in your world, I mean.

[ He shrugs again, thumb playing with the lip of the whiskey bottle in his hand. ]

Another name for a ley line. You heard of them? Straight lines of energy that crisscross the world.