Miles just managed to roll his eyes and smirk. "Well no rush. I don't need them for a few months anyway." He waved Cass away, raising his glass in return. He didn't have the heart to say anything, wondering if 'Uncle' Cass would ever be a feature in his children's lives after today.
He really hadn't wanted to talk about work either, but he could either sit here and talk rubbish and drink for hours on end, which would be preferable to what he was actually expected to do today.
"Probably a good idea not to talk about work," he replied, suddenly unable to meet Cass' gaze as looked down at the patterns carved into the timber around the edge of his large desk. He used to do that when his father was scolding him for something - get lost in the patterns that were carved there, and this desk was a reminder of serious times. Perhaps it was an unconscious reason why he chose to have this meeting in the study.
"Yeah. I've been having a little trouble sleeping lately too," he replied, truthfully.
Putting his drink down on the table, he suddenly realised he had to stop beating around the bush and get down to business. "Although, I do wonder how you can actually sleep at night, what with a Weasley and all in your bed." He tried to keep the accusation out of his voice, but he eyeballed Cass and tried to show he was just a little hurt about all these secrets.