Cass leaned back on the sofa, sighing deeply. 'As if it's believable that I fell for someone,' he said with a sad voice, more to himself than to Pansy. 'But fine, I'll stay for dinner - though only dinner.'
'I need to be at home.'
He would not bring Harry and Pansy into danger. He only wished he was able to explain, as it would make wincing at the word home more explainable. He hated the flat, and more so, he hated having a home that wasn't Percy's home too.