George watched as Patrick interacted with Dakota and just smiled over at them. He had wanted a son for so long. With Stacey's inability to get pregnant (or his inability to relax long enough to make sexy times happen), George had to settle for watching Patrick and his sons and just listening to his stories of father-son bonding. To be sure, George adored his daughters and would do just about anything for them. They were his little angels (or rather his little devils dressed in angel costumes half the time). That was part of the reason he hadn't brought them over to the Bailey's to play with the Hopkins boys. He was afraid to find Dakota and Camden tied to chairs with two pounds of makeup on their faces and having tea time with My Little Pony and Hot Tub Barbie.
George also made as if he and Patrick were having a relatively normal conversation and were not about to drag Nathan's intestines all over Danielle's beautiful sparkling clean floor. "A) if we were wagering men, we'd be broke as all holy hell. And b) I have absolutely nothing against Nathan sitting in his own loony chair and sniffing laughing gas for three hours straight or at least until the words "Luke, I am your father" come out of his mouth directed at a stethoscope."