Are you saying that now I can deal with you as I see fit? [ He murmurs back, lifting the hem of Cain's shirt slightly to run his fingers along the warm skin of his abdomen. He'd truly underestimated how much he'd missed this, how much this, more than breathing and walking about again, made him feel alive and human.

Eventually, he forces himself to pull himself back, hand raising to lightly dab at the spot Cain had left him with. He looks down at Cain, really looks at him, bandages and all. He grins. ]

You're lucky you're injured, or I'd return it tenfold. [ In fact, a part of him still worries that he may be accidentally hurting him by pressing his weight upon him, however lightly it may be. ] Perhaps I should leave you to finish healing.

[ Does he want to? Heck no. Will he? Nah. ]