Cormac found Astoria's pout rather sexy and adorable. He wasn't sure if it was made better with the laugh or not. Either way, he automatically found himself smirking in response. He laughed lightly. "Oh, I don't know. I just guess I don't get that angelic feeling from you. At least not all the time," he amended playfully. He liked the tone of her reply, enjoying the suggestion behind it that matched his own. There was certainly something to be said about the tone one used. "No, I think that's lucky me actually."
He grinned. "Try me. I don't think you're boring or could be. Try me," he insisted playfully. Of course, the pause between his question and her statement didn't bypass him entirely. He just decided it'd be best not to mention it outright. He could only imagine what she could be obsessed with. Most woman he knew were obsessed with make up, their hair, jewelry, clothes, shoes, and what was with a woman's love for handbags? What was so special about a purse? It didn't make sense to him, but then again, he didn't carry a purse anyway. Maybe that was the difference. He laughed. "I don't think, Astoria, aside from tossing your wine on me or storming away, you could ruin my fun. Hell, at the fair, you made part of my torturous volunteering at the kissing booth fun by laughing at me. Among other things."