Cain just stands there, stark naked as he watches Abel move around his house like he owns the damn place. Then again, Cain did tell him that as long as he didn't touch his personal shit, he could make himself at home. Maybe he should have laid down better rules. Maybe he should just put a goddamn leash on his navigator and tie him to the bed.

"Stop ignoring me, asshole." He's not very good at this. He's better at punching people in the face when he wants attention. "Fine. Do whatever you want. I'm gonna go train." With that, he turns and heads back to the bedroom, tossing some clothes around to find his training gear.