Ivar got off Ronan and just lay there on the floor. They'd certainly made a mess of the bar and everyone else had long since fled. He just lay there in silence for a few minutes, resting while he took stock of his injuries. Ronan had definitely come off the worse during their fight.

Eventually, he sat up, propping himself up on his arms, licking at the cut on the side of his mouth with his tongue. "So this was about me kissing Adam." It wasn't a question. Ivar knew that this would likely be coming, what with Ronan's temper and all, he just hadn't been sure of when.