Cass smiled, trying not to roll his eyes at the cheesiness at the idea of dancing the night away. There were better ways to spend your nights.
And none of them included Dolohov.
'Well Miles and Daphne told me earlier. Though honestly, between you and me, why exactly did they get married?' he asked, amusement in his voice. 'And I won't believe love for a second,' he added. 'Pansy reckons they were drunk, I'm betting on Miles trying to apologise for something stupid - so which one of us is right?'