It's not my fault it doesn't recognize a masterpiece.

[His eyes dart to Cisco after he cuts himself off. The sense that something is off with Cisco himself is finally starting to occur to him. That was just a little too abrupt. But, being Ronan, he isn't going to call it out. A life is one the line and also his dignity. One of the two must go.]

You think I know 'single ladies?'

[Give him some credit. He only knows the chorus!

He closes his eyes and thinks. It has to be perfect pitch. Probably needs the right rhythm. Yeah, he knows what he has to do. He snaps his fingers a few time to confirm he has the right beat, then starts. His voice is clear, the words are well enunciated, and it's... good.]

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

[He looks up at the cage. There's a pause, then a pleasant tone.]

ACCEPTED.

[And the door slides open.]