Miles didn't need to ask about the information Cass was supposed to collect. The door was barely closed when he saw the envelope cross his desk. Miles said nothing, merely nodding his head gratefully (the last thing he'd needed was Cass coming in and telling him now that he'd changed his mind) before picking it up and putting it into a drawer, locking it again with a privacy and an anti theft spell. "Thank you," was all he finally muttered quietly, indicating for Cass to sit down.
He pulled out the bottle of Ogden's finest from his bottom drawer as he summoned two glasses. "You look like shit," he finally said, choosing this private time to say it. He slid the filled glass across the desk, the guilt of what he'd asked his friend to do written all over his face.