Oh, don't worry, my dear Tiz! I need not ask you questions, but insist you direct any you have to yours truly! Perhaps how to fix that behead of sheep fluff that you call hair--might I suggest a pompadour like moi? Or maybe you have concerns of how to woo young maidens, such as darling Agnés for example? And how to fix your poor fashion sense from country bumpkin to Wakoku Warrior Vagrant? Ah, but no need to rush, Tiz! I am always here for you and happy to help should you need me (and you do!)!
[sheep fluff--there is no way he’s styling his hair into a pompadour--poor fashion sense--
Tiz’s face is red with upset by the time he’s done listening, enough to completely hide his small embarrassment over Agnès, and he bursts out: ]  I think I could teach you a thing or two about modesty and politeness!
