[Keith isn't as memorable to him as a pretty face, but he fastenes the name into his mind nonetheless, should he need it later. Evidently names are the surest method to navigating the neural implants in order to find the associated ID and send messages. As as much as he's fine on his own, it's been useful - now he has a roommate paying half the rent and deposit.]
Cain.
[Just for the clarification.]
C, not a K. [Flashing a smirk, he wolfs down another bite of the pastry, licking the gooey paste from the center. This is one of the best things he's eaten in his life. Also, that reaction was entertaining, and he's divided between harassing Keith further or asking banal small talk questions.] What, you're not pretty?
no subject
Cain.
[Just for the clarification.]
C, not a K. [Flashing a smirk, he wolfs down another bite of the pastry, licking the gooey paste from the center. This is one of the best things he's eaten in his life. Also, that reaction was entertaining, and he's divided between harassing Keith further or asking banal small talk questions.] What, you're not pretty?
[Okay, no small talk, then.]