Morag's confidence was well-placed, and Cormac had always appreciated that she didn't need compliments from him to believe in herself. He still offered them, but not out of any sense of obligation. He'd definitely dated girls who'd expected a certain kind of compliment, and had insisted that if he didn't provide then it was some kind of failing on his part. "It's true," he agreed. "You even looked sexy in that weird face goop, the one that was supposed to de-purify your anti-wrinkle toxins, or whatever." Cormac was pretty certain that wasn't the face goop had said, but there was probably a reason they hadn't tried a couples spa more than once.
"I could get behind it if he wanted to bring home a cowboy," Cormac decided. "Or a cowgirl, same thing." That seemed exciting, much more so than dressage. Even horse-racing was more exciting than dressage, but there sadly didn't seem to be a lot of women in the field. Tierney had tried to explain to Cormac why, but Cormac had struggled to get it. Something about girls being told dressage was for them, but Cormac failed to see how that could possibly overcome that it was so boring. "I can't, it physically pains me," Cormac teased. "What's the point?"