Decent wasn't the word that came to mind when thinking of Dolohov, but Cass knew better than to let his own feelings show in cases like this. Instead he just smiled at her.
He did laugh when she mentioned duelling sixteen-year-olds, shaking his head. 'No, that wouldn't be quite the same,' he admitted. 'But now that I've reminded you, there is no excuse for not coming down and sparing with us from time to time,' he said with a smirk, squeezing her arm a bit.