'Damn, you got me there,' Cass laughed pulling her closer. 'And here I thought I was the clever sneaky Slytherin,' he chuckled.
'Though if you want to work some off, I know a good way,' he said with a wink, leaning in and kissing the nape of her neck. 'After all, I don't want the Muggles to be better than us just because you can't lean over a table,' he said innocently. 'Muggles can never be allowed to be better than us after all.'
It was nearly strange that he could say things like that and somewhat believe it and yet know differently. But for some reason hustling Muggles out of money never bothered him.