[Ronan doesn't follow the logic. He hadn't been the one to immediately turn around and suggest Adam go find some other lover. For a brief few minutes, he had been the happiest he thought he could possibly be. He'd been trying to think of how to word his proposal, wondering what kind of ring Adam might like.

Adam had been thinking about who he could push Ronan off onto.

Miserably, Ronan climbs up out of the water. His clothes, completely soaked through, drag much of the water with him, but the bath refills magically as soon as he's out of it. He sheds his heavier layers with a splat, kicking off his boots.]

This is why we wait until marriage.

[The collective "we", meaning Catholics.]

And he's still a liar, even if he's lying for my sake. For the record, I fucking hate that.