[One dark brow lifted as V goes on, he wonders at the language used. There's an air of poise and elegance to the words at odds with Prompto as Cain knows him.]

Mr. Silver, that's fuckin' hilarious. No wonder he hates it, makes him sound like some crotchety old man.

[All the more reason to use the name, in Cain's opinion. In brief pause, he lifts his drink to lips and takes another swallow.]

You're not the only one. Swear it feels like half of you guys have never been to a real party in your life. So, what are you used to?