Cass smiled when he saw Montague, the sight of him with a child on his arms so utterly odd and strange to his eyes. Still he guessed it was no stranger than him living with a man. Or anyone.
Not that he was going to tell Montague that.
'Hey, Montague,' he said with a grin, nodding discretely towards the basket he'd set down on the floor on arrival. 'I'm doing all right,' he said. A slight lie, perhaps, but he wasn't about to talk of the horrible murders in front of a boy, or about Percy at all.
Turning to the boy instead, he smiled. 'Hey there Marlowe, remember me?' he asked. He wasn't sure what else to say, but he supposed that was enough.