Padraig titled his head a little over to the left and looked down at his slightly dirty boots, and glanced back up at Harold, straight faced raising an eyebrow as he completely played along. His boots were the only part of him that didn't seem to be totally put together. He was wearing one of his nicest sets of robes, with his best pair of black slack, topped off with a navy blue button up shirt and a matching tie. His black shoes on the other hand, well, as nicely as Paddy put himself together for work, never saw much sense in keeping his shoes clean. The point of shoes were to protect his feet from all the crap laying on the ground, they were supposed to get dirty. After a moment of a Really? What are you going to do to stop me? look a small smirk formed on Paddy's face as he took down his feet.
"You're eyesight is already terrible," Padraig joked, clearly not serious at all, he knew perfectly well that there was nothing wrong with Harold's eyesight. However, he just couldn't pass up the opportunity to cod his best friend a bit. "wouldn't want to make it any worse, yeah?" he said finally breaking the last of his serious look. There were times where that no matter how good of a mood Padraig was in he could keep a straight face and stone cold. And at times for this job, it helped, however, around his best friend, he just found that he didn't want to. Now that he was a bit old, it was one habit that he was almost happy to break.
"I think I might be able to throw a few pints into the deal." Padraig said standing up, raising his arms above his head as he stretched out his back. He watched Harold pretend to wipe a droplet of mud away and he rolled his eyes a bit and shook his head. "Prick." he said with a hint of laughter to his voice to show that it really didn't bother him at all.