When Lavender greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, Cormac grinned. Seemed their somewhat chase snogging (at least in his mind it was) from the week before had implanted the ideas that he'd hoped it would. There was something about a Hit Witch wanting him that had created all sorts of bad and wonderful day dreams for Mac over the last few days - something dangerous about her, this one, and he liked it, even if it meant putting in more work than usual for a good lay.
"That's because it is delicious," he replied. "How are you doing?" He asked, looking her up and down and appreciating her dress - or lack thereof - obviously.