Simple broom maker my arse, Cass thought, though he didn't say so. It wouldn't be wise after all. He let Miles flirt a while, admitting that he was very good at grovelling. Probably needed it too, he thought with a smirk.
When Miles turned his attention to his broom, though he inwardly tensed. He knew it was old by Miles' standard, but he decided quickly to pay that no attention.
'Of course it is,' he said instead, leaning against a bench.
'If it hadn't been treating me well I wouldn't still have it, mate,' he said casually, flashing a smile. 'Besides, I would hardly bring Natalie here if your brooms weren't bloody brilliant.' That would work, compliment him and he wouldn't pay too much attention to how old it was. If he could get him to focus on Natalie that was all the better. Getting Miles to focus on a beautiful girl shouldn't be too hard.