[He doesn't linger on it, not with the distraction of their fast pace up the winding road. His arms remain securely fastened around Abel's waist as they bend around each corner with expert handling -- Abel's piloting talents are well-known to him by now, so maybe it shouldn't be a shock he's so good at driving, too. Wind whips at them, Cain's hair blown off his forehead. With his mouth near an ear, Abel will hear a peel of laughter.]
C'mon, you can go faster than this, I know you!
[Voice raised to be heard, he gives Abel's hips a squeeze.]
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C'mon, you can go faster than this, I know you!
[Voice raised to be heard, he gives Abel's hips a squeeze.]