"I'm not sick," Adam said, disregarding the other two questions. He wasn't about to surrender any of his secrets to this spoiled jerk. He kept up his glare at the prince, irritated by the bold stare and Ronan's apparent desire to intimidate. Nerves fluttered in Adam's throat, reminding him that it could be dangerous to give offense, but Adam's pride wouldn't allow him to back down. "Do you just like staring contests? Why don't you get a cat?"