“Gentlemen.” Tor smiled, trying to look friendly, these guys may be attackers or they could just be looking to ask Gersh out on a date and going about it all wrong. Until he really knew being impolite was a bad idea.

“Can we help you with something?”

The big one stopped and peered at him, eyes still angry, but taken aback for some reason to see someone suddenly in his way. That man didn't look bright, but smart wasn't the only criteria of worth or value in the world, so Tor let that thought go for now.

“Um, I…” The man peered at Tor carefully and smiled. It wasn't an angry thing anymore, just baffled for some reason. A glance flickered to Gersh, then back, taking in the whole scene.

“I'm just going to talk to my brother, miss.”

Ouch.

Tor laughed and grabbed his hair, while everyone else stiffened a bit. At least Rolph and Ridley did. Getting something like that wrong could lead to a dual after all. The man didn't seem to mean anything by it though. Just a simple mistake, Tor being small, thin and having long black hair at the moment didn't help.

“So you're saying I really do need to get that haircut then? I've been worried about it, well, I'll do it first thing tomorrow.” Shaking his head he sighed a little. It really wasn't this guys fault, he knew. Not cutting his hair for over a year had left it running down his back, a look some of the noblemen could get away with, but then the ones that did were all huge and manly looking.

Everyone else winced again, this time including the big and not overly bright man in front of him.

“I… Forgive me please. I erred out of-” The man seemed to flounder for a bit so Tor let him off the hook with a waved hand.