Cormac laughed himself. "I misspoke. I just meant I won't contradict you."
He smiled and shrugged. "I supposed we do, but somehow, despite the conflicting views, we are sitting here and getting along. I think that's a good thing," he said honestly. "Ah, well, to be honest, I associate with men only sparingly. So I guess it could apply to men just as well, but I don't really take notice. Men don't really interest me." He reached up and ran his hair through his hair again, regarding her in silence. He hated when someone said that sort of thing. It was the whole reason that it was hard to find people to trust and be friends with; people were prone these days to hide their opinions, who they were. And when they didn't, they faced judgement for everything. It was rather sad when you thought about it, especially considering how much people seemed to care what other people thought these days. He didn't, but he knew plenty who did. "I don't think anyone should have to hide who they are. I don't think they should go out their way to make enemies, but expressing your opinion is a far cry from actively trying to piss other people off, no?"
"Which is why I tried to... placate you with my assurance it would not actually be a surprise so you make it through dessert," he said with a smirk. Honestly, he couldn't see Astoria really placated in any way. "I can't believe we agree again on something."
He laughed. "That's not fair! You can't judge someone based on when you come by unexpected or half the men in the world might as well be considered slobs," he said with a grin. Though he had to admit the amount of time he used to take care of his own appearance was different. Even his flat was yet as perfect as he could manage. He knew people judged on appearance of both the person, their living space, and belongings. It was in his best interest to give at least the appearance of being clean-cut and he did have a sick pride in looking good. "Ah, well, unfortunately, no one ever stayed in contact. Maybe that's a sign you're right?"