Patrick had just finished removing his pant’s stood there in his boxers and a pair of socks.  Years of modeling and working shows and the catwalk had long sent away any visions he ever had of modesty when design came into the picture.  His boxers were a plaid design, green on red like a kilt.  He neatly folded his pants and turned to see Talia coming down the stairs with her arms full of cloths and went over to help her, but before he could get there or ask if she wanted help she tripped on something and tumbled forward spilling all of the cloths out of her hands as she fell.<br/><br/>Thinking quickly he leapt over and caught her before she fell and safely tumble both of them onto the floor. With almost a snicker in his voice and without thinking he role dove and with her still in his arms said,<strong>“Noo Ah huv  hud many nice ladies fall fur me afore, bar never so literally, ur ye a'right there Talia?”</strong><br/>