"If you were thinking of eating anything, yeah, you are," Ronan's voice is a growl - he doesn't mean it to be, he just always sounds like he's about to start a fight or like he just got out of one and he doesn't believe in nice lies to make people feel better.

"Snack!" the Raven on his shoulder insists, edging up and down with what little space she has before he reaches up to cover her beak with his hand without looking at her. She flaps her wings indignantly but settles down a moment later and he lets her beak alone.