Padraig lost the powers of speech when Euterpe appeared at his door, dressed like the most attractive leprechaun ever. "Uh...hi-" he said, obviously dumbfounded. He had been listening to her message pretty much all day (though he usually skipped the part about the bra since when he first heard it, it had made him spit out his tea) and now she was here. Looking like that. "You're...festive."