It had occurred to Cass that it would be easier just to go somewhere in town than risk getting lost on their way to Sweden. In any case, it wasn't a long drive, really, before they reached the apartment that Bill had set Cass up with (Just in case things didn't work out living with Soren... an oversight that all overprotective family members would make) and he parked the car, leading Charles to an elevator, which would take them up to the third floor. While in the elevator, he got closer once more, kissing Charles once again. it was a more brief, but deeper kiss than the one at the club, and as the doors slid open, he slipped away, taking the other man's hand and leading him to a door. He unlocked it, and swung the door open, flipping on the lights.
It was sparsely decorated, but tidy to the point of looking new, with a large sofa and a somewhat dreary view of the courtyard between buildings. Cass sighed. "Well, it's better than calling up Skwigelf." He murmured, setting his jacket on the coat rack.