Ronan nearly growled. Really, he should've stayed at the farm with the rest of the animals for a few more hours.

He stopped and glared at the knife-slinging cowboy. "Jesus, look at that. How come you don't look like a demon? I haven't sliced and diced anyone to death but I'm stuck with this." He gestured to the scales on his arms.

He knew it didn't have anything to do with that and everything to do with not facing his feelings. So of course he wasn't going to admit that.