“If Sir would please hold still while Mickey is working with pins,” the skinny red headed Irish man said, holding up a rather long steel pin with an air of threat. The word Sir hadn’t been said with all that much respect either. That’s what happens when a person is a peasant and they show up for a knight’s court attire, as it were.
“Sorry, Mickey,” Gael said, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. “It’s just so hard to hold still! How much longer?”