Cath barely managed to move the bottle out of the way as Eden clambered into his lap. Yes, it did indeed bother him. Any man would react to a beautiful woman who kept sitting in his lap. He was also a gentleman, which meant he wasn't about to take advantage.
He traded her happily, as whiskey was his preference and it was something to distract himself with. Not that Eden was going to let him. He couldn't exactly push her away (nor did he really want to) and well, she had him trapped. "I've noticed," he replied, looking up at her. "Somehow, I think you enjoy winding me up just to see how much I'll take before I explode."
Okay, that was possibly a horrible choice of words. Cathair wasn't exactly accustomed to women throwing themselves at him. At least, being persistent about it.