That sudden, fierce aggression in Lyra's voice was a bit of a shock, but a welcome one. Henry was still so unused to people openly caring about him, with the exception of the Ceredigs and his sisters, that every time it happened it stood out and he was so grateful. A small smile graced his face and slowly grew wider, "he's been better since- Since Lucifer. Way better. He would come. I'm just still so used to thinking he wouldn't care. Gotta get my head around it, you know? Your dad though, never have to wonder with him, hmm?" Henry hadn't spent huge amounts of time around Patrick, but considering every time Patrick saw Henry he made a beeline to squish hug him, Henry was fairly sure it was accurate to say the saint was fond.