Miles saw that Cass seemed conflicted about staying or leaving. As he stood and swayed a little, Miles could tell he was well on his way to being drunker than anything.
Honestly, he didn't blame him one bit. "Sure thing," he replied, waving towards the back door. He said no more, and Cass didn't even say goodbye.
He sat there for the longest time, staring down at the empty glass. He couldn't bring himself to refill his own as he unlocked the drawer and pulled out the report Cass handed over. Sighing heavily, he put it in his pocket.
He'd be making a slight detour on his way home tonight. That would be sure to put Rodolphus in good spirits.
At least someone would be happy about this whole situation.