Cass couldn't help but to be amused by Percy when he went into this business mode, and he laid back, finally relaxing some as he listened. He worried about Percy, he really did, because the man looked like hell. Still, here and working was better than there and working, and he was fairly sure Susan wouldn't let him overwork.
If she did Gin would kick her arse - or at least try - and well he was fairly sure neither wanted that.
'I admit I'm sick,' he objected. 'I was the one insisting to come here, wasn't I?' he asked.
He ignored the comment on Plato, it was Percy's shot and he wasn't getting involved.