Cormac glanced down at her hand over his. She had initiated the contact, but then she'd quickly pulled her hand back. He wasn't sure what to make of it, so he glanced back up at her questioningly then at the hand she'd just touched. But he stopped sliding his drink across the bar anyway. Looking over at her sideways, he tried to guess what she was thinking, what she wanted. Did she want him to touch her? Did she want him to kiss her, like he wanted to? Or was it just a reflex to stop the annoying sound he was making? Even with her apologetic smile, it was impossible to tell.
"It's not the alcohol. I've only had these two drinks," he replied with a small smile. "But I would not be opposed to having more drinks with you."