Wolfgang didn't respond, his cool gaze meeting the boy's wide-eyed stare. Maverick watched the interaction with mild amusement, but his smirk faded as soon as one of the boys stepped closer and tugged at Wolfgang's long hair.
Startled, Maverick quickly intervened, gently grabbing the boy's arm. "Hey, don't pull his hair," he said firmly. "Let go, please."
The innkeeper's husband entered just in time seeing the scene, his voice booming. "You boys! What did I tell you about bothering the guests? Get to your room—now!"
The boys yelped and bolted outside instead, their mischief laughing spilling over into the yard. Maverick sighed, turning to Wolfgang. "Why didn't you stop them from pulling your hair?"
Wolfgang shrugged, his tone flat. "They'll go away eventually if I just let them."
Maverick frowned, running a hand through his own hair in exasperation.
