Both cheeks burned and Mars could already feel the hue of his Irish skin transforming to red. Her nostrils weren't the only pair that flared, his matched her when he inhaled and exhaled sharply. Ronan curbed his most natural of instincts and forced his arms to remain at his sides. Not that Mars would have bet on himself against the phasing ninja, even on a good day. But he'd sure as hell get some good shots in... Instead, he sprung toward Kitty and closed any distance between them. Light barely escaped the gap.
Eyes locked in unison, Shadowcat told him exactly what his limitations were and made her demands clear. One really, and Mars rebuffed it. Ronan merely stared back, blue tint all but gone from his irises. Had he been gifted his astrology vigil's traits, pincers would have been at Shadowcat's sides, while his long tail arched behind her back. Physically though, scorpion he was not. However, that did not stop his spine from arching toward Kitty, their height difference never being better illustrated or more apparent. Mars was close enough to smell the flowery conditioner in her untamed hair and the fruity scent of perfume, sweat, and paint she emitted. His muscles tensed and his chest thundered just before he'd spoken. "No." He answered simply. "Hit me again if you don't like it."