Cormac laughed. "It's the opposite of an insult," he agreed with a grin.
He was proud of himself when she agreed to receiving an owl. He had to find out the Quidditch schedule and get tickets, though, before he actually owled her. When was the Falcons playing next? It'd be better to bring her to one of their games so he could really an ass of himself and have her laughing at him. At least then she would be entertained by him at least. It'd be something to look forward too, especially if the Falcons won. Then she'd really have a show to see. He grinned. "An owl then," he confirmed happily. It was good enough with him.
Slowly, he lifted her wrist to his mouth, kissing her pulse point. With that, he let her hand drop gently on the table between them. Instinctively, his hand felt empty, his fingers bored since they had nothing to tease.