Adam pointedly steadied his breath as his eyes scanned the area, briefly glancing at the few people in the area, before his eyes settled on the person who held the keys to his feature. Swallowing nervously to push down the beautiflies in his stomach tightened the grip on his ball.

"Y-Yes sir," he replied inwardly cursing the anxious stutter not a second afterwards. He and Thistle were ready for this after all, or so he kept trying to remind himself.