“Ah com’on dear sister,” Michael rubbed his neck with an exaggerated, pained expression, “I wouldn’t dream of shaming our family in such a way! Really, how little you think of your brother! I’m hurt.”<br/><br/>Michael winked to the three women and as they walked away he turned to Rose, and pulling her close put an arm affectionately around her waist; grinning broadly as he did so.<br/><br/>“It wasn’t an issue of wounded pride, love. I have dealt with the Fey many times before. Despite the predicament dear Tolbar- “ Michael paused to raise a questioning eye to the bard, “put us in, I think it turned out rather well. Don’t you think?”