There was something about all this whispering that didn't sit right with Paddy, but what could he say? Girls whispered. Girls liked to have their secrets, and Paddy could deal with that, so long as those secrets didn't end up with losing his life or something. He knew these girls had a mean streak but he didn't think they'd go that far.
He hoped.
Either way, so long as he ended up getting laid, he could deal. "Oh, I don't need to stay Irish." He cleared his throat, giving them another winning smile. "I've got one or two tricks of my own," He announced, English accent crisp. "So, you girlies choose. Am I English," He promptly dropped it, "Or do I stay Irish? Whichever you prefer." He followed them closely, rubbing his hands together to warm them up. "Where are we off to, anyway? Someplace posh, I'm guessing, with the whole new identities bit."