Smiling, Cass kept his spontaneous comments to himself, wondering how the hell a tree could fall anywhere, and trying not to feel too insulted. He was certainly nothing like his grandfather, nor was his father.
But he was sure Dolohov did not mean it personally - though the mere thought that he was a former Death Eater made his skin crawl. Even if he was now supposed to be on the right side.
He wasn't sure why Miles didn't make his skin crawl, knowing what he was, but perhaps that came with knowing him for so long.
'I doubt Miles wants more kids, he has his heir,' he said instead, pushing the thoughts away, and busying himself with ogling Percy a bit while taking a sip of his champagne. It did wonders for returning his mood to what it had been before.