'Are you forgetting that for you to refuse me, I had to hit on you first?' Cass asked, almost triumphantly. 'And if it was all the red then why do I find your brothers so utterly...uninteresting?' he asked, his grin wide as he didn't think Percy could argue the logic in what he was saying.
He smiled again when Percy hugged him tighter. 'I know you're not,' he said softly, kissing his shoulder. 'If you were I wouldn't be here.' He kissed him again, on the lips this time. 'I'll try not to overwhelm you,' he teased, winking. He didn't need to hear the words back, that wasn't the point. He hoped he would, one day, when Percy was more at ease, but Cass wouldn't push. He knew there was a reason he was in this house, in this bed, and he wasn't about to question any of that. He didn't need to.
'And two days before and two days after,' Cass reminded Percy. 'The decree, remember.' He didn't say anything else, he needed to think, to work it out for himself first - consoling the image of what he hated with Roberts, whom he liked. It would take some work. He looked at Percy, seeing him almost half asleep. 'Sleep,' he said softly. 'And I'll do the same. We can talk more later.'