How's the difficult part... [ Absently, Cain taps his fingers against his sword hilt, thinking. How, how, how... In a temporal anomaly... ] Huh. Start thinking about something. Something that only you would know about, but that I wouldn't.

[ A strange expression crosses Cain's face; as soon as the words leave his mouth, his lips purse. He begins humming a tune. A very familiar tune.

And the space around them ripples. ]