'Leave it for Aiden to deside,' Cass said with a shrug. 'I just don't care enough, but he might. It's his by birth-right, I wouldn't want to make the decision for him.' And he really didn't care enough - about the manor, the grounds or the money it could bring. Selling it when it was just his and would be his Uncle's after him would have been another thing.
He sniggered a bit at Percy's words, but did know they had merit. He'd probably think of ten million ways he would be a horrible father long before they had Aiden in the house. 'Monday sounds good,' he said with a smirk. 'I'll write Marietta tomorrow.' Though a part of him would love to just surprise her. He realised that wouldn't work though, so he'd do it the right way.
'Do you need to keep working?' he then asked. 'Or does a man have a chance of persuading you to go to bed with him for a while. Or, you know, to the sofa, or table, floor, wall... whatever,' he teased.