Watching her answer, Orsino thought she still seemed a bit off, but clearly wasn't too bothered. Good. He swirled the straw in his glass as she spoke, letting her say what she thought. Not liking to be interrupted himself, Orsino wasn't planning on jumping in until he was sure she'd given her view. She made it easy enough, at least, asking him a direct question.
He turned his attention from his drink back to Penny, considering this. It had been just some kissing (although, he thought, with the distinct possibility that it could have gone a bit farther) and of course it hadn't been a world-altering event. If anything, he'd gotten back home the next morning feeling grimy from having slept in the outfit he'd worn all day, and cranky from the remaining hangover. Still, it had been enjoyable, and if he was being honest with himself he didn't know if it had just been a result of the alcohol.
So, Orsino shook his head, brushing his hands off on a napkin. "Not at all. I might regret the fact that I couldn't remember much of it the next day, but..." He shrugged.
"I guess I was a bit concerned you might think I was trying to take advantage. Of the situation."