Cormac grinned. He wasn't sure what he'd done to be "terrible" but he didn't mind or take offense. The fact she was laughing and teasing him told him she didn't truly mean it maliciously. "I'm not terrible. You'll see," he teased happily.
He didn't pull back when she reached for his hand. Instead, he entwined his fingers in hers and held hers back, tightly. It was nice to have the contact between them back. Despite himself and his desire, he knew he had gotten as far as he was going to with her. For awhile, at least. He smiled. "Maybe I won't," he replied teasingly. "Maybe I'll die on the spot. Does that mean I get to haunt you for choosing your wine over me?"