"Fucktoy. That's a pretty good way of putting it. I'm glad you're catching on." That indignant look on Abel's face is really something. It seems that he only opens his mouth when something rude or dirty comes out of it. Abel seems to be well on his way.

"Of course we'll do training exercises as well. I don't just sit around here on my ass all day. Gotta pretend something exciting is gonna happen, right?" There may never be another war they have to fight and Cain knows that's a good thing, but he's been fighting for so long that he doesn't know what to do with himself nowadays. "I'm the best fighter there is. You should consider yourself lucky." Pushing off the counter, he crosses the kitchen to stand in front of Abel. "Am I your first fighter, Abel?"