Ronan has never really minded bruises, regardless of how they got there. He doesn't usually have a lot of the ones from other people's teeth. If Kavinsky sees it, he'll probably get mad. Good, let him.

He tries to make himself relax, but it isn't easy. Still, this doesn't really hurt, and if it does, he doesn't care.

One hand grabs at Frank's skin with long fingers, settling on his shoulder, digging in against the muscle there. This is subconscious action, just the desire to touch.

He thinks of demanding more, urging Frank to be more rough solider and less careful, but...another time. He wants what Frank wants. He wants all of this, whatever it is. He might deny it later, avoid it, fight it.

Now, grasping hands and all, he finally moves to push against Frank's hand again, taking as much as he can get here and now.