Cormac watched as she pushed her hair from behind her ear. Resisting the urge to do the same, to feel her hair's texture for himself, he finished the rest of his drink. He felt that their conversation was over and he should make his exit while they were still getting along and he had permission to owl her at a later date.
With a smile, he nodded to his empty glass. "I believe, Astoria, that this is my cue to leave. But it's been actually rather great to talk to you. And thank you for the drink." He smiled, not actually moving from his seat yet.