Patrick caught Clio's expression, but he understood it. He knew Kellan was perverted and he could be abrasive. Patrick just liked his smooshy-wooshy face. He didn't have it in him to find his cat anything other than wonderful, that was just how he was.
He glanced to Ella and smiled. "To be fair, it is one of my favourite things to do," he said with a grin. Then he shot confetti again, just for Ella's benefit. "I know this might take some time to get used to, but you can ask us anything, May."
"Were you really a slave?" Mairead blurted out, and then she turned red.
"I was," he admitted gently, so she didn't feel bad. "And it was terrible, but my God saw me through it and here I am."
"And I thought I had it bad because I have lots of homework," she mumbled.