Cain smiles graciously, but his eyes soften. Just a tad.

He attributes his sudden sentimentality to the satisfaction of a job well done, or the effects of the Lho-stick lingering in his system, and emotionally brushes his hands off of the matter. "It's certainly no problem. Like you said so yourself - we've got to look out for each other and watch each other's backs. Isn't that right?"

And feeling a sudden burst of generosity - and no less inspired by his own words - he forges on. "I'm hardly a chaplain, but if you have any concerns, come to me and I'll try my best to help you. Emperor knows that's going to be in short supply around here."