"Actually, I wouldn't," he admitted. Mae'd had about the foulest mouth he'd ever heard (and still did) and he'd pretty much grown immune to being on the receiving end. Didn't make it proper to use that language in front of a child.
Cath nodded. "People are going into shock and panicking," he agreed. "They doing it all differently and that's bound to go pear shaped any bloody minute. Which reminds me. I'll be walkin' you back to your room when you're finished. Just make certain you and your pup get back there in one piece."
He folded his arms over his chest. "My name's Cathair. Cathair Delaney. What's yours?"