Well, he was glad one of them found it comforting. It was getting uncomfortable in more than one way for Cathair. Which clearly wasn't deterring Eden any.
While she was likely absolutely correct on the first one, when she leaned in to whisper into his ear, his eyes widened and he let out a soft, strangled sort of moan.
Yes, he knew what body shots were. He may have actually done this once in uni, but he'd been far too pissed to remember. But he knew the basic concept and yes, there were images in his head, although they had very little to do with alcohol. Cathair shifted a bit in a feeble attempt to adjust his jeans in a more comfortable position.
Catholic guilt, coupled with the fact that this wasn't at all a good idea in any logical way warred with these images and exactly what she was offering. Which meant he wasn't doing anything just now. Except looking painfully uncomfortable and possibly confused.