"Not even at home, in your native land?" The question was asked with a long look at his lanky friend through the open doors, lips tugging slightly as he watched Cassidy join him in a true comfort level. When Matthew felt at home, trousers, suspenders and an undershirt was all he needed. His father had never allowed bare feet, so it was something he relished as a man.

"I know you've said you're Irish and you've the accent to prove it but.." Matt ambled back to the doorframe and leaned his shoulder against it. "You never talk about it."