Astoria nodded with a smug smile. That had been unintentional, as it usually was. "Sorry?" she asked, not meaning it at all. It wasn't really an apology but just a way to keep herself from laughing. She smiled when his hand reached for her hair again. It was sweet. Confusing, but sweet. And she liked it, despite the fact that it was beginning to feel too familiar and too comfortable. She didn't want to get used to it. She didn't want to feel disappointed the day he inevitably got bored. "I'm glad you survive that trauma, Cormac." This time she did laugh.
"Let's not look then," she suggested, smiling back. If the world was ending around them then Astoria would rather relish the last moments that she had with him. And there were so many things wrong with that. She felt something tighten in her chest, a brief flash of panic, as she realized exactly what her thoughts meant and how much trouble this could be.
"You obviously learned something though," she pointed out. "I used to love doing all those things. Still do." Astoria grinned, realizing again just how different they could be. She thought it was a good thing to be cultured and worldly. "I bet you whined a lot, didn't you?" She laughed at the thought. There were times when she thought Cormac a little spoiled and though it usually amused her, she could only imagine how frustrating that must have been for his parents. Astoria nodded. "I like taking it for what it's worth." Liking art, looking at art was an inherently selfish thing for Astoria. She did it for her own pleasure and satisfaction and while she could appreciate style and technique, at the end of the day the most important thing to her were the emotions she felt when she examined a work. "But I do," she insisted while laughing again. "You can't tell me otherwise." She was beginning to hate how much she actually enjoyed talking to him. When she felt him kiss the top of her head she closed her eyes, trying desperately to push any feelings away. Astoria didn't want to let it mean anything but it was getting more and more difficult with each passing moment. And yet she didn't resist when he tried to move her onto his lap. Instead she made herself comfortable and draped an arm around him, resting her head against his. "You make a very comfortable pillow," she said softly.