[i]Secrets knows everything, no point in explaining yourself...[/i] Ronan glanced around the room, taking everything in. He was a little impressed, also hungry, but his demon already didn't trust anything in the room, breathing or not. It passed that distrust onto Ronan, who glared at Griffin's table while he spoke. 
"I actually haven't gone to a doctor, my demon hasn't been bugging me until recently. I suppose it acts a little wild in the company of others. I honestly think people just existing sets it off, so I just avoided them. That way I wouldn't hurt anyone I cared about. I didn't really react other than that, doctors are far too expensive to waste time on answers that don't help," Ronan sat on the floor, not really caring if it was dirty. To his mind, the floor was better than any seats Griffin had offered them. 
[i]You're hopeless.[/i]
"And you're a bit of a jerk," he whispered to Violence. 
[i]No need to be hurtful.[/i]