Ronan feels the weight of that interest bearing down on him, as if it's something tangible enough to suffocate him, but it's not the first time the anxiety of discovery has taken that form. It's probably nothing. And there's still a transaction to get through.

"I did promise I wouldn't waste your time."

He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and retrieves a folded envelope. The glow of its contents illuminates the paper, already proof enough, but he withdraws a single pill and offers it up for inspection. Pinched between his thumb and forefinger, the capsule shines bright enough to hurt if stared at directly. Ronan keeps his eyes on the mask, instead.

"No heat," he assures Kylo. "Just light. Easy to move, easy to hide. If it's too bright, maybe dip it in chocolate or something. I have ten, like you asked."