Padraig was relieved when she was actually home, as he worried if he had more time to think on this, he might convince himself to change his mind.
And he didn't want to, dammit! He wanted her.
Especially in that outfit, fucking hell.
Padraig tried his damnedest to look only at her face, though it was only just by sheer willpower that he didn't let his gaze sweep over her.
This is what she might look like after-
"Euterpe," he said, breathing her name. He didn't notice the cold at all. In fact everything was a little bit too warm- "Can I come in? I need to speak with you."