"Yes, I should have qualified: all good looking people." He still wasn't sure how he fit in that category. Not only wasn't he good looking, but he was a Weasley to boot. There was no reason why Cass should have been interested other than his refusal.
"No, I'm not, but I am dealing with a Slytherin." He sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for, and it wasn't even the reason I said that. I don't want you to feel obligated in any way." He kissed Cass' forehead and drew back again so he could look at his lover.
"Stop it, Cass. There's nothing you can do." He knew that it didn't change how Cass felt. "Roberts is at the Shack. One of the foreign Aurors Russeau is dead and Jefferson and Holmes are dead as well."
He shook his head. "Leave them be. I'm fine." He did lie down, pushing Sabina out of the way as he settled against Cass. "You need sleep more than me."