Cormac was surprised when she relaxed even more, allowing the kiss to deepen naturally. Her hand on his shoulder as she responded was surprising. It was like in a moment she warmed up. Even though he knew she was a bitch, it was hard not to get into the kiss. She was a good kisser, and there was not much better than to kiss someone who was actually good at it. Cormac might not admit it aloud, but he liked kissing and not only when it led to other things.
His hand dropped from her neck to her shoulder sliding across her upward gingerly, just instinctively as he refused to back away first. The kiss was good and kissing her seemed to bring out a different, warmer side to her. She was responsive and willingly, opening herself up just slightly. It was almost like he could like her when she was like this, but she clammed up and became cold when she wasn't. Not that he ever would like her, but at the moment that wasn't the point. The point was winning and thus far it seemed like both of them were winning - or at least liking to lose.