[It may be a broad question, but Cain had something specific fixed in his mind when he asked. A lack of communication could have failed to deliver it. He's not bothered, wiping one dessert-sticky hand on the thigh of jeans and eying a nearby vendor, weighing the cost of a second treat with the money he'll soon have to fork over for a place to live.

In the end, he decides against. Borne from the practicality of someone used to pinching pennies, disregarding other bad habits.]

Any way I can. If I have to manipulate someone, get 'em to do what I want? [That's what he meant, then, by a pretty face.] Sure, I'd do whatever I can. Depends what's on the line.

[Calculated but not entirely honest. Even now to a complete stranger.]

You answered the question, yeah. [Dark eyes lower onto Keith in an evaluative glance.] Just a nice, oblivious, straight-laced kid.