"Youthful is a good look for you, I must say." She'd heard that smoking tended to age people, but obviously it hadn't had much effect on Liam if he still looked so young. And if he got punched in the face often, Leti most certainly couldn't tell. "Lucky we most certainly are. And I won't complain." When he mentioned guessing that a twenty-one year old girl was thirty, she couldn't help but wince a bit. "That couldn't have ended well. Guesses that are over the actual answer are generally never good."
He looked a little offended at her insinuation that he complimented all the girls and told them how beautiful they were. "Well, how would I know? You sort of give off that impression. But if you say that you never say a woman's beautiful unless she is, then I'll take your word for it." And then he said that she was much prettier than her friends? Interesting. She didn't look bothered by it, though. Her friends were certainly attractive women. And Liam was entitled to his opinion. "That's gutsy of you to say. You're lucky they can't hear you." They were still off in their little world of finding someone to take home for the new year.
She took the new drink when he came back with it. "Thanks." She hadn't missed that he'd called her lass. But it wasn't a bother. Just different. "Am I distracting you from your work? You don't have to squander all your attention on me."