Cass smiled, leaning his head against Pansy's. 'I know all that, Pansy. I know just how lucky I am.' He nodded at her question. 'Of course I am. Mostly I'm just angry. I will never agree to what he is asking me to do and I'd be fine if he tried punishing me for that, I could defend myself. I hate that she's the one punished for my actions. I also hate not being able to do a bloody damn thing about it.'
He smiled when she spoke of messages, shaking his head with a chuckle. 'You're talking Harry here, Pans. He's as likely to get a message not clubbed into his head with a bat as he is to suddenly wake up one day and want to join the Death Eaters.' He laughed. 'At least he won't get it until it's too late to run,' he added with a smirk. 'The gifts are perfect, and once he's settled, if he hasn't understood by then, you can tell him. I promise to be there to hold him so he can't run if needed.'
He also thought he would be able to tell him just how painful it was to leave someone you loved - even if it was for their safety. Perhaps what he did could be good in some way at least?