Cain tries and fails to stifle his laughter at the suggestion, breaking into a wide grin before attempting to force a straight face.

"Right... you don't seem like much of a koshmar to me. More like... koshka. Meelee malenkey kotyenok*," He smirks, "It's not a bad nickname... so, Koshka, it is."

The setup in the room is pretty simple, though Cain inspects both sides unhurriedly.

"Not really a machine is it?"

He gets it. The appeal of anonymity, though the fact that they're walking in here together sort of ruins that a bit. And all either of them will have is a wall. No hair to grab, no way to watch how this guys lips will look with his cock in his mouth. It almost seems like a waste.


(koshka = cat; then he says 'a cute little kitty')