There's more satisfaction in that than anything he might have done to the weights at his feet, and Cain presses a foot into the soft padding of the bench, leaning forward like he's making an effort to invite Deimos further into his personal space. They're all the same, simple attentions diverted by the promise of more. As if he'd ever give it though, his smile melting into something thinner. An elbow braced on a thigh, he reaches out with his other hand to grip Deimos' chin. He can't say he's surprised, really. Cain might have been dealing with other things, but he'd made it a priority to get a feel for some of the other crew members. ]
Is that what you think we should do? [ A flick of amusement, and he slides his fingers up, squeezing his jaw once before letting go. It'd be too easy to crush him with the mood he's in. ] I'll consider it.
[ It might not be the same whispers of mutiny now that they're dealing with the Moira, but it's always good to have his options lined in a row. Cain's heard some talk himself, though he doesn't bother divulging that tidbit to Deimos. A low tch, and he knows he's softer than he might have been, dragging his hand down and poking a finger into his chest. ]
But I want something other than the shit you just told me. You can do better, Myshonok.
[ Another push with that finger, and Cain draws back. He's done talking. ]
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There's more satisfaction in that than anything he might have done to the weights at his feet, and Cain presses a foot into the soft padding of the bench, leaning forward like he's making an effort to invite Deimos further into his personal space. They're all the same, simple attentions diverted by the promise of more. As if he'd ever give it though, his smile melting into something thinner. An elbow braced on a thigh, he reaches out with his other hand to grip Deimos' chin. He can't say he's surprised, really. Cain might have been dealing with other things, but he'd made it a priority to get a feel for some of the other crew members. ]
Is that what you think we should do? [ A flick of amusement, and he slides his fingers up, squeezing his jaw once before letting go. It'd be too easy to crush him with the mood he's in. ] I'll consider it.
[ It might not be the same whispers of mutiny now that they're dealing with the Moira, but it's always good to have his options lined in a row. Cain's heard some talk himself, though he doesn't bother divulging that tidbit to Deimos. A low tch, and he knows he's softer than he might have been, dragging his hand down and poking a finger into his chest. ]
But I want something other than the shit you just told me. You can do better, Myshonok.
[ Another push with that finger, and Cain draws back. He's done talking. ]