Cormac laughed. "You're not sorry, but that's okay. I'm not sure I'd have it any other way," he said, before he realize that probably wasn't the best way to word it. Was he saying he wouldn't have her any other way? And if he was, what did that even mean? He had no idea and right now he didn't want to dwell on it. Trying to push the thoughts aside, he smirked. "I always do."
He nodded, smiling. It was just a strangely genuine smile for him, yet it didn't feel uncomfortable and least of all forced. He really didn't care. He had no intention of seeing if the world truly was ending outside. He had no intention of moving until she made him, in fact. He was happy and comfortable right here. With her. "I wasn't planning on looking."
He chuckled. "Ah, my mother would be so proud," he said jokingly. It was clear that he wasn't complaining. And truth be told, he loved his mother and wanted to make her proud like any son would. He acted all cocky and arrogant, but inside he still wanted to see his mother smile and be proud of him. He did. And right now, though, he wanted Astoria to smile at him and let him stay. "It was a bonding experience between my parents and I. I can't say I hate now that I did it, but back then, being stuffed in some suit and dragged somewhere wasn't on the top of my list of things to do," he admitted. He didn't think it was shameful that he might not appreciated the finer things in life as a child. What child did? He chuckled. "Before and after yes, but I get credit for being on my best behavior while I was there. I never whined there. I just moped and sulked now and then, but what kid wouldn't?" Cormac would be the first to admit he was spoiled both as an adult and as a child, and he wasn't going to deny it. But he could use the truth to try to make him look better in the details. Or try to, at least. "Good. Taking it for what it's worth I think is the better option. Enjoy it. Savor it. Love it. There's no reason not to, right?" he asked rhetorically. "You don't need validation on having impeccable taste. Just look around you," he said softly, surprising himself that he wasn't referring to himself. He was referring to everything else - her home, the painting, her clothes even. Not him.
He was a bit relieved when she didn't resist and instead made herself comfortable on his lap. From this position they could see each other's faces better which he wasn't sure was a good thing or a bad thing. He'd take it for what it was instead. The more he dwelled into everything concerning Astoria the more confused he got. Right now, he wanted to pretend it wasn't complicated or confusing. He laughed, reaching up and running his hand along her back. "You should have tried me out sooner then," he said, just as softly despite the teasing tone.