Patrick snorted. "Of course you did. This is from the man who wanted to pay me for the potions just a few minutes ago. Sorry, you've blown your imagine as a whore already." He nodded. "Yeah, she is, and she works a lot, but I don't think she doesn't cook because of the job. More like she chose the job because she's not the housewife type, if you know what I mean."
He knew all of that, but it still made no sense to him. "I'm going to be here if you want. I'll make the potions for both of you, and yes, something could happen, but I'm not going to stop helping on a whim." Patrick smiled. "Feeling alive is a good thing. You probably should get more rest for today, though."