"Both," Kavinsky said with a bit of a shrug. He wasn't sure why he should be worried about being dead, but everyone seem to be concerned with it. And a little morbid conversation wasn't about to put him off.

He rolled his wrist in Cain's grip but didn't try to break the hold. He leaned in and ghosted his nose against Cain's, temptation boiling gently beneath the surface.

"You wanna go back to that fake torture room?" he said, voice supposing that he didn't. "You wanna sit down and talk about it? We're stuck here, man. Might as well have a little fun while we're at it, right?"