Luckily, the boy had projected his intentions quite obviously and it was enough warning that his combat nerves didn't trigger. He grunted and offer the younger man a half hearted glare.
They were both filthy, covered in dirt, twigs, and God only knew what else. Cathair shook some of the mess from his hair. "Come on," he suggested. "We need a shower and a change of clothes."
Well, that had been an adventure. Hopefully, enough of an adventure for Jamie to sate any urges for more for awhile.