Diarmuid shakes his head sending his dark hair flying and seeming to dislodge a small blue and green butterfly from...somewhere. The butterfly flutters around before settling onto the boy's shoulder.

"It doesn't matter if you are just a minor Lord! Father said I should always call people Lord as a sign of respect," Diarmuid gives Jack a curious look. "What haven't you practiced? Are you just too busy? Do you just not like it? Were you sick? I hope not!"

He knows now that people can get sick from not having enough contact with others. It's not a problem he has had, but he has run into those who are having that problem.