Kylo's still thinking slut. Or someone is, anyway. Maybe they all are. But he certainly doesn't feel like spending any more effort on extending Ronan's invitation. It feels... he doesn't know how it feels, hearing someone else call his very much better half a slut and an attention whore— even if all they're really doing is repeating back what he'd said— but he doesn't think he likes it. He wants it corrected.

"Ronan," he says, with a little more force than is strictly necessary, "is my treasure."

And a handful. But Kylo's hands are more than big enough, and he considers it a privilege to be Ronan's... handler. Guardian. Whatever the word is.

"And before we do anything else in there. We're going to find some mead. I want to try it."