After the death and ressurection of Harry Hart—Eggsy Unwin's loyalty to the role of being the new replacement of being Galahad has been made. He grieved along with his comrades, such a sad tragedy after the damage that Valentine caused. He will be missed, Eggsy thought, as the Kingsmen went on with their duties and missions.

That has been a long while. Everything has been going well, saving and hiring new Kingsmen, putting them to the test, it served him to be a little cocky about it but, he's taking this seriously. If his former old man was still alive and well, he'd been told cockily as well. He kept glancing up, saluting as if the man was in heaven. Or in hell. Just a joke, mate.

Standing and wandering around the Kingsman tailor, admiring the interior and the refined suits once more, remembering the first time he went here. Checking himself in the mirror, adjusting his glasses, straightening his suit and tie, smirking. Oh, did he feel good about this, feeling fresh after the injury and treatment he has gone through.

Bells rung, noticing the door of the shop opened. He raised and eyebrow at that as he looked through the mirror to try and figure out who walked in. It was hadd to see who it was, the top of the hat covering their identity. A little unusual. Clearing his throat as if to try and look strict and intimidating. "What brings you here to the tailor?" He then turns around to see who it is. Are you ready, darling?