Castiel's main issues came with the fact he was unsure of himself and his body, strangely enough. The way his body reacted, it wasn't of its own accord and without reason to from the things he felt and thought about. But he was still trying to get used to the way life was for him now, that Meg confused him. She made his head all cloudy, complicated things a little for him and while it was no excuse, not truly, it was all he could offer until he had a clearer idea of how he felt. He just knew he wanted to be around her and that didn't always have to do with the amount of kissing he wanted to do. What he wanted to do, but never acted upon.
"I do have more time to devote to watching things of yore. I don't think watching the cartoons about the bird and the coyote are a proper use of my time." While he once claimed them to be hilarious, they now made his heart hurt as he thought of that pursuit of God he likened the cartoons to and how he'd lost that pursuit altogether now that he no longer had his grace. It was a thought he quickly shoved aside, as he looked down at Meg, watching her closely.
He'd tilted in closer, just a little, not to bring himself in to close that distance and kiss her, but rather to show he at least had the urge to do so. It wasn't beyond him and if he had less will power, he supposed he probably would have gone ahead and done so.
"Were you celebrating something earlier?" He asked, his question seemingly sudden, as he remembered how she was dancing around on her bed when he first approached her home. It was his understanding that people often did that in celebration of something going their way.