"What's the matter? Don't you want to be popular here, too?" Abel is a horrible liar, but he looks damn good when he blushes like that.

The only reaction to the bottle being dropped is Cain tilting his head, looking down at the bottle on the floor, letting out a soft huff. "Well that's a damn waste. How about I get that for you?" It's better this way. Abel is far too jumpy and Cain doesn't mind fiery, but he doesn't want his navigator to be completely skittish. He gets down on his knees, picking the bottle up and holds it out to Abel, but he stays down there, dragging his hand up along Abel's groin. "On second thought, we don't need the rest of those guys, do we? We'll be just fine on our own."