Cass smirked, taking a sip of his firewhiskey and ignoring the slight cough that followed.
'Well there are a lot of kids around town, aren't there?' he said with a smirk. 'I just asked Miles when Liam's birthday is, I was thinking a perfect birthday present for the boy would be a kitten,' he said with a smile.
'And Liam has if I understand things correctly plenty of friends to tell. I know Monty - Damian Montague - has adopted a kid lately. Sweet kid named Marlowe. I bet he'd adore a kitten.'
He was feeling rather proud of himself. How many kittens were there to a litter? Would they be able to get rid of all of them like this perhaps?