It shouldn't matter. He hardly needs to be concerned with his roommate's approval or his ability to exceed expectations here— but it pleases him. Partially, perhaps, because he won that concession just as he is now. That's the power of his will without the Force rushing behind to impose it. All him. Nothing else.

Slowly, he gets his feet under him and moves to draw up from the floor, extending Ronan a gracious arm up as a concession of his own. His chest is still heaving with their recent exertions, his pulse quickened. Heavy. There's a new sharpness in his eyes.

"I'll be right here," he assures Ronan. The next could be a threat. It could also be a promise. An assurance or a joke. Something else entirely.

"Should you need reminding."