'Well how am I going to know how far that greed of yours stretch?' Cass teased, inwardly relieved. It would be much cheaper this way. 'It's not like I can't afford it after all,' he added with a shrug, putting his money down.
'And what kind of man would I be if I told you that?' he asked. 'Besides, she'd hex me if she caught me answering that one. I like my bollocks far too much to risk them,' he said with a chuckle.
'Trying to catch them at least,' he said with a sigh. 'The bad ones seems to be hiding quite efficiently unfortunately. It's only the riff raff and thugs we get to fill our cells. And you on your occasional visits, of course,' he teased, winking. 'Personally I'd prefer it if you kept out of them though. You take up too much time and space.'
He really wished there wasn't a real reason to actually keep him in one. Though as long as there were no proof...he only hoped Miles would come to his senses before there was any.