"What the fuck was he talking to Sam about?" Cass grumbled to himself. "Sam's innocent. If he had a problem, he should have just yelled at me." He couldn't help it. He'd had a habit of talking to himself when he was alone. It had the positive effect that he didn't forget how to talk to people.
The negative effect was that if others heard him, he sounded crazy. That was why he was only talking to himself now that he was in a gazebo near the edge of the garden where no one could hear him.
"And what was with him? I was not flirting with him. Makes me wonder if he even knows what fucking flirting is." Cass grumbled, his mood soured. He was having such a good time earlier too. His body was getting better, he felt stronger, and he was getting Lord Blackburn's memories back too.
Cass, the smart dumbass, hasn't picked up what the girls are laying down.