Then march him to the gates of Hell, and let the Devil keep him. [Hey, Paddy had streaks of religious in him now and then. Also, he could see this was... bothering her. Well, it should, but he still felt bad about it,]

But if you're gonna change your mind about one of them, are you that sure?

[He wasn't going to mention who the one of them was. Just... well. He wasn't really sure how far to push it, or if he could stop pushing now he'd started.]