How quickly the tables turned, and now Cass was laughing at her. Susan bit her lip and shrugged. "Because it's not a bedroom -- and because Mischa is watching." It sounded stupid, but the cat was just watching them and she felt... odd. "Shoo," she said to the cat, who merely licked a paw and stayed right where he was.
"See, you don't want him watching, do you?" At the mention of a secret lover, she slapped his arm. "Don't be ridiculous. If I did I'd be dropping the privacy charms and screaming out his name for all my neighbours to hear.
There was a cheekiness to Cass she had been unable to resist. "You... I... what's wrong with a perfectly good bed that's soft and warm?" To be honest, she really didn't care - not when he looked at her like that.