Cormac smiled. "I guess I can't hide it, but trust me, I'm not spoiled in every way."
He laughed when she said to stop staring at her like that. "Like what?" he asked, amused. For the life of him, he had no idea why he was curious. "Thirty years isn't that long," he said with a grin. "I mean, it could be worse. It could take me fifty years to find the humor in it. That would, probably, be pathetic though. And you see, that's a great loophole," he teased even though he knew she was joking. "If I stop talking to you, you won't survive so then I kill you without having to explain myself to anyone or deal with the hassle." He tilted his head to the side. "I like the idea of ending up not hating each other, but do you think we have it in us, Astoria?"