Grabbing onto Cass's body to get her feet to cooperate under her, she decided he was far too nice to lean against to give up. 'Ooooooh, nice!' she said, putting her hand on his chest. Tilting her head to peer up at him, she said plaintively, 'You love me, don't you, Cass? Do I really make it so very hard?'
She laid her head against him and closed her eyes. 'He's a meanie git!' she announced. 'And an idiot! If I did climb into his bed naked, he'd just tell me to get out,' she said sadly. 'He doesn't like me. If it weren't for Polly, he'd probably not even stay....'
She was feeling very sorry for herself, and she sniffed noisily.
Cass mentioned dancing and she brightened a little. 'I don't think I can dance,' she told him. 'Not unless you tell the floor to stop moving. The Superhero has a lot to answer for, you know,' she pointed out. Who could dance on a moving floor?