Connor follows Dad’s lead and steps forward to take Kiernan’s hand. I’m Connor Dunne. And you can call me Mr. Dunne. There’s a slight twinkle in Connor’s eye, so I think he’s joking. But whether he meant it that way or not, Kiernan laughs. The hell I will, sonny boy. You need to show your elders the proper respect, or I’ll take you behind the barn and give you a good strapping. Connor snorts. No barn, and I’d love to see you try.