'Well most of my friends do,' Cass retorted with a shrug. 'And no, I just thought of it, but it's brilliant,' he said with a smirk. 'Daphne is definitely the type with an elf, her robes will be perfectly safe.
He put the privacy spell up almost the moment she mentioned the word mother, his heart suddenly in his throat as he glanced over to make sure Miles was still behind the bar, well out of earshot. Sure of that he glanced around to see if anyone else had heard before he turned back.
'As adorable as I was as a child,' he said a smirk. 'My "mother" never gave a damn. At least in public. I can assure you Emilia has never seen me with a rubber ducky on my head - or seen me in a tub for that matter. I doubt she'd go near a bathing child at all.' He smiled. 'I know it must feel strange, but as soon as I leave my flat, my mothers name is Emilia, I'm half Italian and Montague is my cousin. It's the way it has to be - especially in a pub owned by Miles.'