"Eugh," Patrick grunted at even the thought of Michael's dick. God he hoped the angel was like a Ken doll. "I wouldn't know. Eugh."
When Will started to describe his time in Sherwood, Patrick smiled softy. "A little bit," he said with a nod. "My brother, Saint George, and I travelled around Ireland and England, slaying monsters. There was a lot of testosterone going on there too. I think I lost it all somewhere. Now I can do this-" He sort of turned towards Will, and then shot a bit of confetti at him, from his hands. "Not so useful. Festive though."