Cormac McLaggen is probably plotting your demise (mclager) wrote in novsila_rpg,
"Everyone's good at somethin'." he said dryly, even though at least she would know that he was joking, suddenly grateful that he'd learned when she was joking and when she was being serious. Might have taken him a few years and several hard lessons, but he'd figured it out eventually. Sometimes learning things the hard way was the only way he learned. Oh well, at least it wasn't from a lack of trying.
Cormac held fast to his grip and wasn't about to let her pull away very far. He wanted it noted that right now, he was holding back a very, very dirty comment that would probably get him smacked for real. Or at least that's the way that it played out in his mind. Instead, he held it back and smirked a bit after the kiss. "I was social. I talked to people and they didn't end up dead." he said acting it up a bit, pretending to look confused. "And that's all my PR lady asks of me." he said with a shit eating grin on his face.