[He retrieves the device from that hand, tucked between his own lips to inhale a peel of vapor and exhale it back out into the void of the sky. It scratches an itch, a heady veil of nicotine that doesn't last. Overlaid with all the alcohol he's had since the night began, Cain feels relaxed, even in the face of this man before him. Even as Wei Wuxian seems to change, chameleon like a flipped switch.]

Dunno, should I find you threatening? [It reminds him of the posturing of fighters, of men afraid of war, too many frustrated and homesick soldiers trapped in one space, kept separate by regulation. It's familiar. He knows how to navigate someone like this, or so he thinks, whoever this is. A man wearing more than one face.] So what you're saying is you've lived three different lives? Whole different people? [His eyes narrow on Wei Wuxian as he inhales another white cloud of vapor.] Don't get it, but it's not the weirdest shit I've heard yet.

[Superpowers, alternate timelines, literal gods. The list of unbelievable claims is endless.]

And you're not a nobody. We're all fuckin' special, in case you hadn't noticed. But if you're trying to find sex it's really not that hard. [Cain rolls one shoulder in a shrug.] Can't give you advice on love.