Cormac grinned. "Well, damn." Pausing, he started to repeat to himself a few times, "You win. You win. You win. You win." He grinned at her when he was done. "Alright. I'm satisfied now. For now at least. I will get you, one day, to say it again." He saw her hesitate and then smirk just like him. Was it easier for her like it was for him, to just smirk and pretend like nothing was behind it? He wasn't sure if he wanted it to be easier or worse, for her to go with that feeling. He continued to smirk, not wanting to dwell on it. Why did he not want to dwell on things for her? Was he scared of what answer he'd come up with - or what answer he'd want it to be - if he did? It was not simple anymore. "Well, you sort of did. That's how I took it at least," he said with a shrug, trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing now.
He nodded. "I'm already imagining," he admitted, not caring. She had to know he was. She had to know he was imaging all the ways they could have sex, where they could, when even. Was morning better than night? Did it make a different? What would she like best? What would he like best? The possibilities and questions were endless. The way she was playing with his shirt didn't help his imagination any. Well, actually did, but not in the most productive way to continue talking with her. In response to her playing with his shirt, he reached up and toyed with her hair again, twirling it around his finger. He tried to stop focusing on her touch and her lips when she spoke again. When she didn't response to his words her deserving to be spoiled, he decided once again to let it drop. It was easier that way, probably. "Do you really?" he asked. For some reason, he didn't find a challenge in her proclamation. It was almost like it was more of a promise. He wasn't going to break her heart, and strangely, he was happy for that right now. He didn't want to hurt her, to break her heart, or anything like that. "Until he does, that is. Until he does."
He laughed. "Of course it does! You were cute and adorable so you got away with being a nightmare. No one wants to punish the cute and adorable one. Trust me. I know," he said with a grin. He laughed when she said she was a saint. Purposely, he looked over at the wall and then back at her, as if to say that that he didn't buy it for a moment and he had a reason not to. Which he did. He was sure 'saints' wouldn't do what she did tonight and he was certainly glad that she wasn't a saint. Sinners were much more fun to be around. And he liked being around Astoria. "A saint, sure," he said with a teasing smirk. "Oh yeah, I'll reveal mine, but as the saying goes, you show me yours first then I'll show you mine."
He saw her hesitance, making him curious. She really didn't owe him the truth as to who said she should go to Paris too, but her reaction make him even more curious. When she said a friend, he wondered immediately what kind of friend. The kind like he was? The kind that she kissed? Slept with? Despite himself, he knew he was jealous at the thought. He didn't want to be jealous. "Well, France is nice. Did you share your Eiffel tower story with him too?" he asked, surprised that he sounded teasing rather than jealous. He nodded when she agreed, a bit surprised she had so readily. Then he grinned. "As a friend. I can't let you travel to some foreign country alone," he said, acting as if it was nothing. He didn't want to be a friend and he hated the word coming out of her mouth, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he just went with it, trying not to display any disappointment or jealousy. "I can," he said with a nod. "I'm sure I'd be really useful in Paris. Even beyond help with the language," he added suggestively, wanting to go back to the flirty, teasing nature they'd had. Leaning forward, he kissed her softly, teasingly. Then he pressed his lips more passionately. After a short, but good enough kiss, he pulled back and whispered, "I'm positive."