"Come on, Cas! I can't go to the party alone," Mor whines, and Cassian rolls his eyes. "Fine, okay, fine. I'll go if you promise not to embarrass me again," Cassian says pointing a finger at Mor and she smirks. "You're my best friend, Cas, you're supposed to deal with second-hand embarrassment." Cassian rolls his eyes again. 

"You're going to be the death of me and my sexual life," he groans, but a smile creeps up his face. "I love you too, Cas." She meant it platonically. He knew that. His eye was set on some other emotionally unavailable lady anyway. "We get a couple of drinks, dance, and you can talk my ear off about Nesta." She nudges him with her elbow. 

"I'm that obvious?" He groans again following Mor toward the terrace of the House of Wind. "You are as transparent as those non-existent windows in this house." Mor's statement made him chuckle. He wished certain lady wasn't such an ice fortress, so he didn't have to play this I-don't-care-You-don't-affect-me-at-all game all the time. 

"Thank you for your unending honesty, Mor." Mor laughs at the sarcasm in Cassian's voice. "You're welcome. Now, fly me down to Rita's. I'm ready to partaaay!" She squeals with excitement, and Cassian just picks her up and flies them both down to Rita's.