Cormac stared back at her, unsure what to say. Should he tell her he thought she was? Would that even be a lie or the truth? He had no idea. She was interesting. She was pretty. She was nice to talk to when they weren't insulting each other, but still. He wasn't sure what he thought completely of her. So instead, he just left it alone and turned to his own drink. He played with the glass, sliding it back and forth between his hands. He catch it each time and slid it back to the other one, hearing the sound of the glass sliding across the bar a little too loudly.
He looked at her with a smirk. "Oh I can play nice, Astoria. I can play nice very well."