Cain isn't a big guy, but he's fit. Daily physical training and fighting for fun while being given nothing but some kind of nutrient paste tended to do that. He has a few bruises here and there in varying stages of healing, but none of them should get in Billy's way.

Eyes shut, Cain sighs contently at the first touch, relaxing further as Billy start's to work out the tensions in his shoulders.

"Fuck that feels good. Shit. That spot right there," He groans when Billy works a little lower and finds a tense knot, "You're not too bad at this."

He realizes he hasn't asked this guy his name yet. That won't do. What if he needs to find him for another massage later?

"You got a name?"