'Cowardice?' Cass laughed. 'You do know that saying that to the man who faced and nearly caught Bellatrix Lestrange in battle is fairly pointless, right,' he said with a smirk. 'Not to mention nearly getting myself killed in battle? Facing werewolves. Fighting vampires...' He chuckled. 'That one won't bite.'
He was still smirking when Percy got up, and was almost on the verge of saying something in way of protest to him moving too much when he instead found himself utterly and completely speechless. Blinking he tired to kick his brain into action again, but at the end of the day the one thing his mind supplied him with was information that indeed, Percy had just kissed him. As if he didn't know that already. As if he couldn't still feel it on his lips.
Why was he hesitating, really? He suddenly wasn't sure why he was bothering at all. 'I think you just killed all coherent thought in my brain,' he finally admitted, with a slight smirk. 'Because right now the only thing I can think of is that I want to kiss you back.' He was fully prepared to do it too, if Percy gave him half an invite to do so.