Cormac smirked. It had been something he had done without thinking. It was just natural to turn the words around on Astoria and make sense of it. He hadn't been sitting here thinking of ways to compliment her; they just came out of his mouth and he refused to take them back. She was charming, pretty, witty, and smart. He had his work cut out for him if he was going to work at keeping her around. "Well, I only use the words of a genius," he said happily.
He didn't let go of her wrist even when he should. He laughed as his fingers slipped around her wrist to hold it better. His fingers still danced on her skin, moving just slightly. "Well, then I suppose I know what to get you for Christmas or your birthday next year," he said with a smile, "And I have many options, too. It should make the hated shopping for gifts go easier for at least one person on my list." His words implied that they'd still be on speaking terms in nine months or even a year when her birthday came around again. But he didn't care either. It wasn't like either of them were protesting the desire to spend more time together or continue talking. "Oh? Well, how would you distract me, Astoria?" he asked, teasingly. "I am interested to know what you have plans if I ever do convince you to drag yourself to a Quidditch game on my behalf." He laughed, grinning at her. "No, you didn't ruin my day. Maybe next time you'll have better luck."