Cass rolled his eyes. 'I worried long before the war,' he said with a smirk, though in all honesty he knew that Percy was partly right. Then again he'd always had secrets worth keeping, not only from Slytherins, but from everyone.
'Try to cook right now and I'll bring Susan here to do it for you,' he threatened with a smile. 'I want you better, the faster the better, the more you rest the faster it will be.'
He followed Percy into the bedroom, watching as he took his clothes off and got into bed while pulling his own robes over his head. Percy seemed a bit more comfortable getting undressed in front of him now than he had, which was good. He himself never had any troubles with that, well not since adjusting to having a long ragged scar down his chest, but that he'd learned to live with months ago and it didn't bother him at all any more.
He smiled at Percy, climbing into the bed himself. 'One of these days, when you're better, I'm going to make you lay on top of the covers so I can see you properly,' he said with a smirk, claiming Percy's lips as soon as he was close enough to do so.