Percy was not up for discussions, not right now, and he was willing to take Cass's word for it, especially when he could still talk and smile. Any pain would have to be minor and Percy could accept that.
"You made a mess of my couch," he said against Cass's lips, before kissing him. The smile never left his face as he held Cass, hands still a little hesitant, but firmer than before.
He almost reached for his wand when he remembered about the magic. "I'll have to get up and get something to clean us up."