The little sound Marcie made was intoxicating, more than any of the beers he'd had tonight. When they broke the kiss, Cathal didn't move back any further than Marcie did. He smiled at her words thought. "'Good kisser' wasn't a compliment I was expecting to hear tonight," he admitted, before kissing her again. Because, well, she thought he was a good kisser. "Nor anythin' about my hands," he added, running a thumb over her cheek as he pulled back enough to look at her. "God," he said a little breathlessly, "you're so gorgeous."