[ Cain tilts his head. His hair's still a little damp, dripping a little. And he's not entirely done teasing. More feeling the stranger out a little, evaluating. Seeing just what kind of person he is.
His tone's just a little too innocent as he asks: ]
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[ Cain tilts his head. His hair's still a little damp, dripping a little. And he's not entirely done teasing. More feeling the stranger out a little, evaluating. Seeing just what kind of person he is.
His tone's just a little too innocent as he asks: ]
So you walked in on me on purpose after all?