"No," James said. "It doesn't."
Ronan was quiet for a few seconds. Then: "One test."
He held up a hand before Finn could speak.
"My condition is simple. If I don't like what I see, I walk. No hard feelings, no pressure from the Hale side, no contract clause that turns a test into an obligation."
Finn agreed before James could open his mouth.
"That's fair," he said.
Ronan looked at Finn, then back at James.
"Who calls the shots on the floor?"
"Depends on the situation," James said.
Something in Ronan's expression shifted slightly. Not approval, exactly. More like something that didn't annoy him.
"When?" he asked.
"We'll be in touch in the next two days," James said.
Ronan picked up his shield, gave them one last look, and walked back toward the fighter's area. Lim was still on the bench with the cold pack to his jaw. He glanced up at James once, then looked back at the floor.
Getting to Cillian Ward took longer.
