Cass nearly snorted with laughter at the thought of Miles ever keeping his hands to himself, only until he realised Susan wasn't joking though. After that, he tried to look a lot more serious. Tried.
Distracting himself he looked over the place, realising he'd need to go to the bar to order. Was it just him or was a large chunk of the bar-staff missing?
'I wish relaxing, but will it ever be possible to be here without at least slightly working?' he asked. Shaking his head he then decided that this was his mate's bloody pub and he'd be damned if he didn't relax a bit. He smiled, and got up. 'I'll get you that butterbeer,' he said heading over to the bar and ordering, wondering when he ordered if he shouldn't have one himself. Yet with the robes he was wearing... He ended up ordering a double firewhiskey instead before he turned and headed back.