Wrapping his arms around her, Cass nearly pulled her to lay more or less on top of him, kissing the top of her head.
'I can't tell you what to do, Pans,' he said softly. 'But somehow this middle thing doesn't seem to be working for you either.'
He pulled her chin up so that she was looking at him. 'Have you asked him why he's nervous? He's a terrible liar, you know. Well better than most Gryffindors, but with Slytherin standards - terrible.' He smirked.
'Could it be that he's nervous because he likes you and it scares him?' he suggested. 'Maybe he's just worried that you don't like him back, that it's all jokes and fun. Like I said, he's completely and utterly clueless.'