Ronan grumbled some indiscernible words and slouched back in his seat. When he saw Chainsaw move closer to Letha's hands, he folded his arms.

"Traitor," he muttered.

Ronan picked at his teeth. He shifted his glare from his raven to Letha.

"We'll see." He stood, his hand coming down harder on the table than intended-- or perhaps exactly as he meant. "I'm sure I'll see you around... what's your name again?"