“You’re nervous,” I note, watching him. He pushes his glasses up his nose and laughs. “I forgot how intimidating you are one-on-one.” “Ezra, this is just my face. I can’t help that it scares people.” It doesn’t scare Ronan one bit, but I’m not thinking about him. “It’s not that you’re scary, just intense.” When I lift an eyebrow, he admits, “Okay, you’re scary, too. But in a good way. It keeps people on their toes.”
