Cas registered the touch, but didn't move his hand. It seemed pointless, seeing as a kiss was far more intimate than that and they had shared three kisses to date. It was far too many. And the realization that the number mocked the Holy Trinity had Cas pouring himself another drink.
"I was looking for a pub," he admitted honestly. "This one is as good as any."
That sort of information he disclosed only because he knew it couldn't damage him in some way. Her lips at the glass however, likely could. he didn't know how, but he was certain they could.