Finnagin killed his flames as he stared at the women, he then turned around and started walking towards the outskirts of town.
"I don't think you know me enough to question what I do little lady." he points towards the Scotsman,
"As for you, you may follow me to me uncle's if you wish. Though I warn you its quite a far walk for he does not live in Dublin but a farm in the country side."
Finnagin stops and flips around with a gust of air and looks at the two. "By the way the name is Yahutz Finnagin"