Luther was a strange-looking feel, big and hulking like he took one too many steroids. He looked unproportioned. "You lift, bro," Ronan said mockingly, slipping his way past Luther to stand closer to Adam. He didn't broach Adam's personal space, stood within arm's reach.
"I don't have a reason to fight." Luther afforded a sidelong look from Ronan. "You going to explain how I was here before and I do not remember jackshit?"