'Well of course, who'd want to go into the poorer areas? What would be the point?' Cass asked with a shudder. He was poor enough on his own, he didn't need to see people who weren't smart enough to get out of it.
'And there is something I'd love to see with you,' he said with a smile.
'I wish using me was as pleasurable as it sounded,' he said with a wink and a laugh. 'But yes, they do, unfortunately the paper work comes with the being used part.'
He looked at the menu when she spoke about him being incorrigible, smirking as he chose what to eat. 'Well, I wouldn't want to spoil my reputation by suddenly starting to be a good boy,' he said amused. 'It's in Hertfordshire, on the countryside. And I'd be surprised if you'd remembered - my father rarely held parties so no one went there much - if at all,' he said with a shrug.
'My grandfather, who was legally the master of the manor, had horrid taste, so the place look awful. It's not a place you'd like to visit. I've even boarded it up. Let my relatives deal with the mess after I'm gone. I'm far too bored to care and I'd much prefer a flat in town to some boring old manor.'
He was still smiling when the waiter came back and took their orders and severed them drinks, and he waited for the man to be gone until he spoke again.
'Now gorgeous, we've talked enough about me. How about you? Are you being spoiled like the princess you are?'