"You were biased even then. You were trying to get into my pants," Percy said, and if possible he was turning even redder, because the idea that anyone could find him 'hot' with or without a blush was not one that he was accustomed to, no matter what Cass said.
"You'll have the time, Cass. I don't actually have to be there ninety hours a week. I do it because there was never a reason not to. Tiberius used to kick me out of the office on Sunday to make sure I took some time off." He smiled at Cass. "Even with you... well you were there just as much considering the shortage. I had to reason to come home. I'll make sure to cut down to eighty hours," he teased, although he would make an effort to leave the office earlier and not just when Cass was almost dead.