[The slight movement of him simply crossing his arms to rest over his sword is enough to make Cain tense more, glaring at the stranger with determination.]

Sounds like we don't have much of a choice. And if it's between me and you as to who is going to get cut, it's going to be you.

[Cain's dark eyes flicker toward his own list, scowling slightly at the jab.] These lists are a load of shit.

[Still, he doesn't make a move to approach the man. He's not quite ready to say it out loud, but he's willing to test their captors, to see if they're actually prepared to follow through with their threat.]