Astoria had been honest. Despite her frustration and confusion in regards to Cormac, she would have never agreed to dinner, would have never kissed him in the first place if she hadn't thought him worth her time and effort. But she was interested and despite all their disagreements and opinions that told her they were completely opposite people, she was still there with him. That counted for a lot even if Cormac didn't realize it. His lack of response made her wonder if he had even believed her. The idea that he maybe hadn't was disappointing. She didn't like it when he was this way with her. Astoria preferred the teasing and the charm and the possible assurance that maybe he liked her as much as she liked him. Perhaps it was the question of whether he did or not that bothered Astoria the most.
A part of her hated, too, the way that she responded to him so easily. Whether in anger, annoyance, amusement, intrigue, and now desire, Astoria seemed to be unable to ignore him. She liked the way he threaded his fingers through her hair. She liked the way he kissed. So much so that she'd forget propriety now and again and kiss him in a damned restaurant. She was less calculated with him and she didn't like it. The problem, then, was really with herself more than it was with him. But that was also something Astoria knew she couldn't tell Cormac. It was a weakness and she didn't reveal those to just anyone.
She was relieved when he responded to the kiss. Her hand moved from his cheek to his shoulder, her grip tight. Astoria parted her lips and deepened the kiss, deciding to take full control and responsibility this time around. To Astoria it was the only way to apologize for whatever it was he thought she'd done. Because she certainly wasn't going to say the words aloud. He'd probably never even realize it was an apology but still, this time she didn't want to be the one to pull away first. She wanted to enjoy the warmth of his skin and the feel of his lips.