Cass ducked his head and settled on the sofa a bit heavily, running his hands over his hair now that it was back. Yes, that was better. Even if the ears were still pointed. "Most people know that the Nazis, Hitler especially, were interested in the occult. Those same people don't realize how much they actually succeeded."
He nodded at her promise, certain he could trust her. Gods help her if she broke it. "Finish up your tea and we can get you settled," he gestured with his chin towards the double bed just under the edge of the loft, "You'll be over there. I'll stay on the couch."