[Damn. Cain was looking forward to posing a spontaneous hot-or-not questionnaire with a few random bystanders and Keith as the star attraction. That isn't to say he'd actually go through with it, but the joke lifts his spirits - reminds him of teasing someone else, except the fluster is replaced by the steel-lid of Keith's bluntness.]
Your loss.
[He rolls his shoulder, stretching out the joint.]
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Your loss.
[He rolls his shoulder, stretching out the joint.]
So how do you do things?