Susan wanted to roll her eyes at Cass. "Yes, yes, you do. But we all know you just want to monopolise the ogling of the mediwitches." She tried to keep him talking about anything other than just how sick he was.
She was glad that Weasley had some contingency plan in place in the event of a worse case scenario. "I'll have it sent here, but if the hospital staff say no more, or that you're too ill to be making any sort of valid judgements..." Susan refrained from making any sort of personal comment here about his judgement, "I'll make sure Shacklebolt and Williamson are prepared."
She simply rolled her eyes, not willing to get into an argument. If he was too stubborn to stop working, then the medi-witches were going to have a hell of a time making him admit he was sick. She would put money on the fact one or two of them would likely keep him sleeping with sedative potions just so he wasn't annoying the hell out of them all.
Shrugging at the reference to the dog and owl, she nodded. "Okay then." Turning to Cass, she gave him a long look. "Is there anything else you need?"