"Kinder than some," he says again, with an easy shrug of his shoulder. "But, that so? You prone to ending up in mischief? I could say the same, myself." He speaks lightly, but there's a wryness there, because mischief doesn't begin to cover it. Another thought occurs, as well - that maybe Duibhin will need a wee eye kept on him, just incase he ends up in mischief again. Helping hand is never a bad thing.

"What about you, then? How have you found the place?"