(( Aella knows House Shanley and their beardly reputation. I am impressed!))
Laighean looked wounded and stroked his goatee, " Ah'm in the process o' growin' one, princess but a nice respectable beard takes time, ye know? " Inwardly, he wanted to cry. Why did she have to go and point out one of his insecurities? Well, not that she probably knew about that but still! Laighean's expression shifted to curiosity now, "So ye are familiar with the Shanleys? Yer mother dinnae seem t' be impressed. Not a respectable family, the Shanleys? "
Now it was Laighean's turn to blush, "And, well, ah...see- ah'm not really - did ah say scared o' yer mother? N-no, no. Ye must 'ave mis'eard me. What ah really meant t' say was tha' she uh...her face an' - ah mean , ah dannae get scared o' nothin' ! We Flannchadhs are fearless like tigers! Rrrrawrrr! " He puffed out his chest and gave a growl that was anything but fearsome. Actually, it was more silly than anything else. "Ah mean ,maybe ah might 'ave felt a wee bi' uh...nervous under her stare of doom, kinda like she was lookin' right throgh me skin and seein' somethin' she dinnae like ,but ah was only joost a bi' intimidated."