Cass laughed. 'Well it's your arse, though you're probably right about your position protecting you somewhat...until she challenges you to a sparring session and uses the opportunity to hex your arse off,' he said, amused. 'I would say no to any suggestions of training that comes in the near future, by the way,' he added with a grin.
He couldn't deny that he was relieved to hear Percy say it, even if he somehow had known already. Or thought he knew. Hearing him saying the words however were...comforting. 'Just want to make sure,' he said softly, kissing Percy. 'And the flat goes, the sooner the better so I'll better make a list,' he added. 'If this is going to take long then it will be weeks, possibly months before I'm in any shape to empty it. I won't need any furniture, well other than my desk. It was dad's,' he explains. 'But books and clothes and things like that.'
'Do you have time, though,' he added, frowning a bit. 'You work to hard, I wouldn't want to add to the strain. I can ask Susan to do it if you're too busy.'