Cain laughs, reaching out to grab Abel's hand away from his face so he can get a good look at the mark he left there. It actually looks good on him. He likes Abel's cute, innocent face better this way. "You're my bitch now. Don't want you, or anyone else to ever forget that."

He lets go, then heads out of the room, toward the kitchen, expecting Abel to follow. "Come on, Abel. Get your sweet ass moving. You're never gonna keep up with me if you don't eat. What do you like?"