Cass laughed softly. 'I'm sure he was, but that doesn't change the fact that there are plenty of people I haven't tried to fuck,' he said, rolling his eyes. 'Savage, Shacklebolt, Hunt, all of your your brothers, Dolohov, Snape, Malfoy, Monty, Miles...' He smirked. 'See plenty of people,' he added with a wink.
'I did want to fuck you though,' he added. 'From the first time I laid eyes on you.' He could hardly believe almost a year had passed since, and that things had changed so radically in that short time.
When Percy told him he didn't "have to" say he loved him though, he couldn't help but to snort. 'Seriously Percy, sometimes you're more Slytherin than I am,' he said with roll of his eyes. 'There is no danger in those words you know, and there doesn't have to be something wrong for me to tell you that, nor do I feel I have to say it. I say it because I want to, and because it's true.' Then again, the only times he'd told him before were a few days before he'd messed everything up, and then again he was more or less begging Percy to take him back. Could he really blame Percy from being apprehensive?
His mind went instantly sharp, however, when he heard Percy tell him what had been going on. 'Who was attacked?' he immediately asked. He might not be an Auror any more, but many of his friends, most of his friends even, were. The mere thought of any of them injured - by a werewolf - he shuddered.
He stroked Percy's hair, annoyed at himself for not seeing how tired he was before. 'Get the animals out of here and come lie down with me properly,' he said. 'We can sleep as long as you need. Merlin knows I barely do anything else anyway,' he added with a smirk.