Cass laughed. 'I promised Morag I'd try already,' he said. 'So promising you the same is easy,' he said softly.
The thought of doing something together, even such a simple thing as having dinner, made him smile. 'I'm not sure I'm comfortable enough for couples' dinners yet, Pans,' he teased. 'But yes, I do know what you mean. And I wish they could get along too. For what it's worth, I'm very glad that you and Percy does.'
When she spoke of Morag, though, he couldn't help but to break out into a nearly barking laugh. 'Pansy, don't ever change, I love you too much as you are,' he said chuckling. 'I also know you far too well, and already advised Morag to ask you for advice on clothes. Seeing how she hates to shop, she could really use someone like you. All her clothes now are gifts, she could desperately need your help.'
And just as he finished, she declared that they were going shopping and he laughed again, then more when she mentioned dragging Harry.
'Pansy love, why not wait until I'm feeling better instead,' he said softly. 'I'll appreciate shopping much more than Harry, and, unlike him, I have taste.' He chucled. 'Besides, I know Harry's size perfectly,' he added with a conspiratorial wink. 'I also owe you a shopping trip already. So does Percy when I think of it.'
At the mention of the villa in Naples, he winced, shaking his head. 'Emilia's, sorry,' he said.