"Den sórt sin a fheictear taibhse," she complimented, attempting to comply to his descriptors to the best of her ability, accent purposefully thick for a moment until she was laughing again. "Cannot imagine why they wouldn't want you. Were you too opportunistic for such upstanding gentlemen?"
Such limited opinions of proper behavior. A shame, really.
"Perhaps he has tired himself out. Very busy, that puck." She rolled onto her stomach to better survey the lay of the land, chin propped on her hands and feet swinging. "Hopefully the borrowed sir is somewhere safe. I don't think the locals would handle a body lying around very well. Mortals can be touchy."