[Eyes rolling in his head, Cain lets it drop. There's no shred of shame or embarrassment to be found in Keith's awareness of his sexual exploits - and associated mistakes - only a healthy annoyance. Reminiscent of the gossip so often favored among the fighters and navigators respective drama-circles.]
Relax, not gonna make you spell out the details.
[Let's just... forget it happened.]
What's your name again? [He's trying to drum up some memory of what was said back in the safehouse. Half serious, half cheeky,] Ken? Kyle...? Maybe Kelly? You seem like the pretty-boy type.
[Meanwhile, he bites a chunk out of the pastry, chewing thoughtfully.]
no subject
Relax, not gonna make you spell out the details.
[Let's just... forget it happened.]
What's your name again? [He's trying to drum up some memory of what was said back in the safehouse. Half serious, half cheeky,] Ken? Kyle...? Maybe Kelly? You seem like the pretty-boy type.
[Meanwhile, he bites a chunk out of the pastry, chewing thoughtfully.]