"Are you concerned for me?" Ezra teased, because he couldn't help it. It was in his blood. (A lot of which was currently heading down to where Ronan's hand was, but that was irrelevant to this point.) He reached out and put a hand on Ronan's arm. For balance, maybe. "You shouldn't be. I don't have a lot to exploit."

His openness concerned pretty superficial things, for the most part.