Cass nearly audibly sighed, the headache just increasing with every lie. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he closed his eyes.
'You're a washed up Quidditch player as much as I'm' Italian 'a dragon tamer,' he said tiredly, really not up to keeping the games.
He looked up at him. 'I don't give a fuck what you do, Higgs, but do give me the credit of not being an idiot. I've done this too long, and I'm too fucking good at it.'
'I'm just asking you to find something out for me, for my own benefit more than anything else. I'm asking for a favour here.'