They're moving and he's close and she's not sure if she wants to laugh or cry once her own gears start to spin and put the pieces together about her predicament. She mostly succeeds in not responding to the little bit of affection he was showing because rationally, she knows it's not him and it's not coming from a place of friendship or even love. But, it's familiar and inviting and--

Pump the breaks. Brows knitting, her headstrong nature wins out. If she could put her hands on her hips, she would. Instead, she's just going to have to settle for attempting to look Important while being dwarfed by his figure. "Your father didn't try to claim me, he tried to kill me. Big difference." She liked to think she could pull off some sort of intimidation with the quick snap of her words and a steely gaze... Right? Cassie continues to bristle, like it'll make a difference since he took making a scene off the table. "And since you apparently need the reminder, I'm Pythia. If you try and claim me, you and a bunch of other people are going to have an issue."

Seems convincing and vaguely true. Her office was supposed to stay neutral. Even if she'd been bad at that from the get-go. Had to start following the rules at some point. This seemed like as good a time as any.