Percy snorted. "You'd look fine, I'm sure, and I can survive without such resplendent view. I'm sure paperwork would keep my attention," he said dryly.
He listened to the information about the Manchester murder, before picking up the report. He looked it over. He was pretty sure that Pucey had more information that would ever be in the report, but he couldn't say that to Cass. "Put it in the pending files, handed it to the Muggle police, change their memories if you have to, and let them deal with it. I don't want you to waste any more time on it. We have enough wizards to worry about without getting involved with Muggles." He still thought if this became just a little more public, wizards from other countries would be forced to help.
Percy rolled his eyes. "If I thought that you were interested in sleeping, I would consider it, but we both know that it's not." He laced his fingers and leaned forward. "I doubt that you have a problem finding someone to shag, changing my mind is...unlikely."