Cormac tried to look offended, but failed with the grin on his face. "So you'd actually call me silly? Of all things, silly? Why is that, Astoria?"
He raised his eyebrows at her embarrassment, but didn't call her on it. The fact she was embarrassed, he hoped, meant that she cared about what she thought of her in a small way. Or maybe not. "Ah, so I have to be your enemy again. Hey, wait, when I was your actual enemy? Sure, you didn't like me and thought I was... I don't know, the devil's spawn? Actually, that's probably giving myself far too much credit, but anyway. But when I was an actual enemy?" he teased, smiling at her. "Ha! You admit I'm charming! Though I think you've already admitted that once before, it still bears repeating." He smiled when she said could do more than just tolerate him. He felt the urge to leaned over and kiss her, but remained where he was. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why he wasn't even remotely willing to screw this up by making a real move. Without thinking too much about it, he reached out and laid his hand on hers. "I don't think I need to tell you that I can do far more than tolerate you as well, Astoria."
He laughed. "No, I really don't," he said, though he knew he did sound like it. "I am growing up. I'm sort of proud of myself for figuring that one out on my own." He laughed.