"Sure. I'm always polite." He could be, at least. Rarely chose to be, but that was another matter. "I'll be polite to your mother, Mick. Don't worry about it." He ran a hand through his hair, hoping he could be polite while she was at least two feet away from him. He smiled at Mick, briefly but hopefully it'd be enough to reassure him. "Just make sure she doesn't chase me down if I run." Hey, he had to get some privilege out of being the partner and not the mailman."