Miles just grinned. It was good to see that Cass was still as cocky as ever, and that he really didn't have any designs on Daphne. But he avoided commenting, or even reacting to his words. They had agreed to keep it open, yet his skin was crawling at the thought of Daphne with someone else. He took another drink. Perhaps it would go away if he drowned the thought out.
At the mention of brooms, his eyes lit up, and his old grin was back. "Haven't had as much time as I'd like with the pub," he admitted. "Got a couple of orders for racing brooms, " and a few from death eaters who lost theirs in the battle. "Made one for Liam's little friend - got to get the next generation up there in the skies," he admitted with a smirk.
"Liam told me he wants to be a quidditch captain when he grows up, and who am I to deny such lofty goals - got to make sure he's got friends who can be there on his team, too."