Cass smirked. 'With less sleep I'd look horrible. Now that would be a shame, you wouldn't have my handsome features to look at,' he said.
'And on solving the cases - we have established the attackers to Rabastian and Lisa Lestrange in the Manchester one. Well not officially, but this report landed on our desks today,' he said handing it over. 'I'm sure Adrian or Cormac will file the formal papers soon enough. Though I'm not sure if that makes it any more solved than before. They're still at large, the chances of us catching them are slim if any at the moment and we still have to figure out what to make of the bodies. They're Muggles, after all, finding their relatives is not the most simple thing in the world.'
He laughed at the offer of the bed. 'See that is fairly pointless - I'd sleep much better with you by my side,' he said flirtatiously. 'And didn't you know that there is nothing to make you sleep as efficiently as sex?'
'As for what you can do for me...well I can think of several things,' he added with a smirk. 'Stop refusing my advances only being one.'