Miles couldn't avoid Cass all night. He was a guest, and a friend, and he had to remember that the last time he saw him was 'not' during a battle against Bellatrix.
Clapping a hand down hard on Cass' shoulder, he grinned. "Been planning things behind my back with my wife again, have we?" he said, referring to the little bout of flirting they'd done in the pub a few weeks back.
"I trust she didn't promise anything she isn't really supposed to be offering." He was grinning, and really, he was in too good a mood to be cranky. He just hope that Cass didn't notice his slight limp. He had a story prepared for it anyway, but the truth was not an option this time.