[ Ronan's jaw clenches at the pet name and the challenge, hating how easily he's led into responding. He has no interest in whatever this guy wants from him, but he's also never been good at backing down. ]

Are you trying to taunt me into going for a drink with you?

[ He lets his features fall back into impassivity, even though he's growing more and more confused by this conversation. ]

You should go back to bed, old man. You're not making a fucking lick of sense.