[Cain grins something wicked. His voice is low. Not quite a whisper, but something sultry.] Oh, Dorian. I haven't met a person I couldn't make sing for me. Even if you tried to hold your tongue.

[The look he gives the other is downright predatory.] Is that an invitation? You really can't tempt a man like that when he's absolutely famished, my friend. Not when you're out on display like you are. [He wasn't particularly picky either. Preferences or not, the other was a treat. Cain props himself up slightly on one elbow; the other hand still tangled in Dorian's hair.]