Marcie laughed, partly in malicious delight and partly tickled that Cathal would find this damning information. "What a Karen! Clearly, she knows nothing." Why waste time on that hag anyway? She raised her beer in salute to Cathal. "If she was truly a woman of discerning taste, she'd know your skills and business acumen are beyond reproach."
Resettling into the corner of the sofa, Marcie swung her legs around, one of them crossing Cathal's thigh. Merely in a bid to be more comfortable, not to encourage him to put his hand on her thigh. "So, how does being a mechanic here compare to being a mechanic in Ireland?"