If he could sense the ebb and flow of the Force right now, Kylo would feel Ronan's eyes on him— but he can't, and so he remains unaware. His own gaze has drifted to the idle study of his hands, resting now on his knees. His mouth twists wryly at Ronan's suggestion.

"I am."

He glances over, catching Ronan in the act of disobedience. His lips tug further into the slanted curve.

"Infamous. I don't think you're even trying, Ronan."