Jokes are at least fifty percent about the delivery, or so he's heard.

"Hm," he says, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "They've heard of you, and you're still getting the star treatment. Is the whole end of the world business true?"

Based on Ronan's tone, he guesses it might not be, but that's not the important part. He tilts his head forward, looking up from beneath his furrowed brow. His voice is still hushed but it's deeper now. Gruffer.

"Do you want it to be true?"