Cain wasn't exactly settled in and he'd gone exploring before checking out his room or unpacking his stuff which meant he was still in his spacesuit. It definitely made things a little more problematic than they had to be, it was all one piece. A pain in the ass. Kavinsky had done pretty good opening the front of the suit to push his hands inside, but he still had to actually take it off.

He grabbed a handful of Kavinsky's shirt, still bunched up around his neck and arms, using it to attempt to control the situation a little better, almost keeping the Kavinsky at arm's length.

"Now, that's not fucking true," He gestured with a nod of his head toward the door, the room with the whips and bondage. Not that he'd been dead set on any of that, but challenging him gave Cain a chance to get his thoughts together.

"Hey-" He paused, flinching slightly at the question he's about to ask, but he can't think of any better way to phrase it, "-This might sound like a bit of a downer, but we are dead, right? There's no going back?"

At this point, he wasn't worried about sinning or about Abel. He was worried about himself and his fucking mission. He hated that he was more than likely dead and in an afterlife he didn't even believe in and was still worried about fucking up his damn mission because he didn't want to go back to prison. Not that he was wholly convinced this guy wouldn't lie to get laid, but it was worth asking anyway.