Cain much appreciates the can-do attitude and the snappy "sir!"s, which is why he's awash in a sense of relief and familiarity before he realises that the voice is much more youthful than it really, technically should be. A highly enterprising juve flies in with all the enthusiasm, if not reach, of an ambull, and... he's not so proud he won't take the assistance.

"Good girl!" he encourages, and hastily quells the undignified shout building in his throat as he throws aside another chair. "They're in your charge now - get them to safety!"

He has enough space to dramatically flourish the stick in his hands with that proclamation, but it doesn't particularly seem to cow the chairs all that much.