Ronan finishes his drink and slams it down on the bar, just like he had earlier, and he hates himself for being predictable. He's playing into this, still. But rather than even sort of admit that Prokopenko is right, he just shakes his head.
"I'll fight anybody, man. Woulda thought you'd know that."
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"I'll fight anybody, man. Woulda thought you'd know that."