Cath snorted at that, reaching into his inner shirt pocked and dropping his reading glasses on the table. "Pride is one of the greatest sins of man," he commented. "Pride and vanity. Even great men suffer from them. What chance do the rest of us have?"
He hated his reading glasses for so many reasons. Wearing them made him look daft and they were a visible sign of weakness. He'd never allowed himself any weakness. Not until Mae.
And bloody hell, when did he become a maudlin drinker?
"If it makes you feel better, neither is Ireland," he observed wryly. "At least you've long been rid of the bloody English."