[Ren still watches him, snickering gently in response to his comment about waiting. Daringly, he skirts his (mostly soft, slightly rough) fingertips along the inside of one of Cain's forearms.]

Not sure what I could offer for entertainment. I don't fuck on the first date---

[Realizing the word he just said: "date" - his face burns hot.]

N-not that this is a date! God, that would be a pretty crummy -- I-I meant it as a figure of speech.

[Abruptly, Ren retracts his touch and pulls his hands back onto his lap. What is he, desperate?!

[But Cain is seriously, seriously hot. Why is his ex-kidnapper hot?!]