Patrick smiled when he saw Dale. The smile turned into a smirk. "A good evening and no kiss. You're being so good. Next you'll start speaking with a posh accent."
He chuckled. "You look fine," Patrick reassured him. "It's just a matter of being used to these things, including the robes." He had never really thought about Muggle clothes until he got older and started to go to Eros and meeting the many non purebloods that preferred Muggle jeans, and while he wore them at night, he had always wore robes at work. "Besides, we don't kill the turkeys until Christmas, so you have a chance to run away before then." He smiled. "I'm good, it's strange not to have a set schedule at work, but the clinic is almost completely set up, and I'll have all the potions ready by the next full moon. It'll be good."