Ronan always (or almost always) paid attention. That didn't mean he'd cared about getting attacked by faceless drones if it meant lying, at least until he remembered his responsibilities.

He looked at Stacia. Small family? Dead family? A secret passed from mother to daughter? And most of all-- was that really something he wanted to find out? God forbid she'd expect reciprocity once she revealed her secrets.

Oh, what the hell.

"Can't be easy to keep that from your family." Ronan said casually. He thought of how his older brother had apparently known about Ronan's dreams all along-- and of course never said a damn thing about it. "Unless your mom helped you. Is being a werewolf really bad enough you have to keep it from everyone?"

But it was his turn and he needed to go before their friends got restless. "I've been expelled, arrested, and I know three languages."