Ronan bristled when Stacia essentially said he was putting on a show-- and grumpy-gus? Then she mentioned the phone and he snorted.

"I hate phones." Though he used to ignore texts instead of sending back even shitty responses.

He shrugged. "There're worse things you can do. Anyway I think that's the point of this." He jerked his head toward their audience, who stared at Stacia intently.

"Creepy bastards," Ronan muttered.