Patrick ran the picture of Talia in the viewfinder in the back of his mind when she mentioned she didn’t want to have her picture taken.<strong>“Noo why wid ye no' want yer picture take Talia, yer beautiful an' fae whit Ah saw there ye’re almost as much ae a natural as Ah am.”</strong><br/><br/>Patrick remained quiet as they road through the streets and looked out the window.  He was glad when they finally left the edge of the big city, as much as he loved the night life and parties that would ever be his home.  As they came into the larger home then he started to feel more at ease.  The gates and long driveways leading up to the mansions reminded him of back home, but they were still close together for his liking.  He longed to be able to go down to the stable and take one of the horses out for a ride through the estate, but you couldn’t do that here, the best you could get away with would be a short trot around the fence line.<br/><br/>At the mention of him being used by Talia he smirked back over to Kiri in a playful tone,<strong>“So whit, noo ye think Ah’m yer puppet tae pass roon'.”</strong><br/><br/>He went back to being quiet until they pulled up to Tailia’s home.<strong>“This is quite a hame ye huv here, yes Kiri, Ah think some shot ootside by the pillars wid be good, bar Ah don’t know if we kin dae that tonight.”</strong><br/>