It doesn't look unpleasant to Ronan. It looks like a stubborn flower sprouting from the cracks between concrete. He can believe what Kylo's telling him because he can see it written in those features, the unfamiliarity of compliments, even if it's still hard to believe he's the first.

"Lucky me," Ronan purrs with more gravel than usual, on account of Kylo crushing his throat earlier.