If ever there was a time to feel like a third wheel, this was it. Backing off (as well as he could sitting on the floor), Cass tried to make himself as little as possible, focusing instead on the crime and not those alive. Of course it didn't help that he really did not like werewolves. Especially after the attack in Perth. Just the thought of how close his mother had been to the danger...
Moving, he got himself off the floor, yet even so he wasn't sure what to did. It wasn't as if he could start examining Dora's mother while she was still there, it would be insensitive and needlessly cruel. Instead he sighed, as he looked down on the couple.
'Perhaps you'd be more comfortable in...erm, the living room?' he suggested. Well he assumed there was a living room somewhere in the house at least. 'So you can have your privacy,' he explained.