Suddenly, Ronan’s blustering back in. “Brought you a coffee, Logan.” Logan’s face changes, and he looks human for a second. He looks…touched. And then Ronan moves the rim of the mug—my mug—in his mouth and starts spinning it. He spins it until he’s licked around the whole rim, then hands it to Logan. “Here you go, champ.” The room fills with stifling energy, with both men locked in lethal stares with each other. “Did you just…around the world with my coffee?” Logan asks slowly. Ronan just gives him a deadpan look.
