Oh he's a Paddy alright. I would not fight Paddy and he would know the best path forward with me would be just to drink with me. He would be most impressed when I introduced my fellow travelers as the Doherty clan, including not just one other Paddy, but two...one male and one female. 

I think there would be much rejoicing at that point. Paddy might beat the snot out of some other folks, but I think I would be spared for bringing him his kinsmen. 

Do you know the lyrics to an old Scottish song about a village orgy?

it goes something like this:

Four and twenty virgins came down from Inverness
When the ball was over, there were four and twenty less

Chorus
Balls to your partner, Arse against the wall
If you canna get fucked on a Saturday night\ You canna get fucked at all

The bride was in the bedroom, a talking to the groom
The front! the front!! And not the back's the entrance to the womb

Chorus

Balls to your partner, Arse against the wall
If you canna get fucked on a Saturday night\ You canna get fucked at all

The queen was in the parlor, eatin' bread and honey
The king was in the chambermaid, and she was in the money!

Chorus

The deacon's wife, well she was there, with her butt against the wall
Put your money on the counter boys, I'm gonna convert you all

Chorus

There was fucking in the kitchen and  fucking on the stones
Ya' couldna hear the music for all the fucking and the groans

Chorus

The village butcher he was there, a cleaver in his hand
And every time he turned around, he circumcised the band

Chorus

The village blacksmith, he was there, his balls were made of brass
And when they clacked together, lightning shot out from his ass
Chorus
Cedric the Fiddler, he was there, 'tis true I tell you so
He entertained the ladies while he rosined up his bow
Chorus
Hawke the Balladeer was there, drunken as a lout
Strummin' on his instrument to see what would cum out
Chorus
The village chandler, he was there, filling in the cracks
His hand was in the honey comb, his wick was in the wax
Chorus
Some horny Vikings they were there, along with Eric the Red

They wore their horns inside their pants, instead of on their heads
Chorus
The Clan MacRaven, they were there, all around the keep
They ate up all the haggis, and they buggered all the sheep
Chorus
The letter carrier he was there, the poor man had the pox
He couldna fuck the lassies, so he fucked the letter box
Chorus
The village cripple, he was there, I did not like him much
He lined them up against the wall, and fucked them with his crutch
Chorus
The village drunkard, he was there, boisterous and loud
He was swinging from the chandelier and whizzin' on the crowd
Chorus
The village idiot he was there, can you imagine that?
Amusing himself by abusing himself and catchin' it in his hat
Chorus

When the ball was over, everyone confessed
The music was exquisite, but the fuckin' was the best