He rolled his eyes to that, "just because he didn't die one doesn't mean he isn't one. Martyr's die for their beliefs, and our little leprechaun would. Quite often. Quite quickly." He shrugged, "Ergo, martyr."
He sighed, "And Wrath isn't budging. A this rate she'll implode before she talks." then he smiled and looked to the woman, "Tell Patrick I'll take his little young pet next sugar. I'll teach her the finer arts in life. Unless someone talks." He glanced to his son, "he's got this young thing he's trailing after. You'd think the Greek would be enough right? Clearly, the taste of Christians hasn't changed. The younger, the better. Clearly. Have you remembered anything useful?"