'Which would indicate that you are one,' Cass smugly stated, looking quite pleased with himself. 'And don't dare claim that you're not, because to me you are,' he hastily added, kissing Percy before he could object. 'That, and you blushed. I've always been a sucker for men who blushes.'
When Percy still refused to accept him telling him he loved him, he sighed. 'Unlike most Slytherins I'm also raised with a father who absolutely worshipped my mother, and who told her he loved her more or less daily,' he added. Shaking his head, he added: 'I have no problems with saying I love you, and I promise you I didn't say it because I felt obligated, or for any other reason other than the simple fact that it's true and I felt like it.'
'You do know that most people just accept such words, don't you?' he asked, his tone teasing. 'You might want to try the non-questioning approach sometime, so far you've asked me what's wrong, accused me of lying and told me you think I feel obligated to tell you. Ever considered that it might just be the truth?'
He couldn't help but to wince at the news of the Aurors. 'Is Roberts a werewolf now, then?' he asked, wondering how Umbridge was going to act if she was. Would she be allowed to keep her job? He sighed, because honestly he wasn't sure how he felt about that himself. He disliked werewolves with a passion, and yet, he knew Roberts... Things were never black and white, were they?
He moved over as Percy lied down next to him, almost surprised to see that Sabina had jumped back up on the bed again. She didn't seem to object (too much) to Percy's pushing her around though, but simply settled further down, and hardly reacted when Plato laid down next to her. Perhaps that arrangement would work far better than he'd feared.