I'll make sure not to get too close. [ A lie. Does Siegfried know him well enough yet to be able to tell? He adds, blithely, for good measure: ] At the least, I'll make sure it's Percival's bed I'm napping in.
[ Still, his mind is racing. It's odd, isn't it, that the disease has become less infectious? And odd that the group with the M tattoos is still gadding about town, not seeming very concerned at all about the outbreak. He's got an idea forming, and his eyes drop to Siegfried's newly-abandoned glass before he sneaks a covert glance at the table of women he's been watching all night. ]
You know, it might be a good thing you're infected. No one wants to catch whatever it is.
[ Subtle inflection on his words; no one, including the people who spread the disease. The people who should have some idea of how to cure it — unless they're truly stupid enough to be handling it without that knowledge, which Cain is sincerely hoping isn't the case. ]
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[ Still, his mind is racing. It's odd, isn't it, that the disease has become less infectious? And odd that the group with the M tattoos is still gadding about town, not seeming very concerned at all about the outbreak. He's got an idea forming, and his eyes drop to Siegfried's newly-abandoned glass before he sneaks a covert glance at the table of women he's been watching all night. ]
You know, it might be a good thing you're infected. No one wants to catch whatever it is.
[ Subtle inflection on his words; no one, including the people who spread the disease. The people who should have some idea of how to cure it — unless they're truly stupid enough to be handling it without that knowledge, which Cain is sincerely hoping isn't the case. ]