Cain was surprised by what Ben was implicating, and couldn\'t tell if the blonde was joking or not because he\'d turned away. Cain followed him, offering him a light smile when he turned around, and nodded when Ben sat and told him off while doing so. Okay, so he wasn\'t here to drink, he\'d been... what? Teasing? Playful? Taunting? Unlike Kerr, Ben was incredibly hard to read, and though Cain was excited at the prospect of being fed from by someone like that, he wasn\'t exactly disappointed to find Ben had come here simply to talk after all.
Nodding at Ben\'s words, he sat on the seat diagonal to him, close enough for the vampire to lean forward and touch him if he so wished, and pulled his boots off. Settling with a few shifts and wiggles on the cushion and ending up sitting with his leg bent and his ankle planted beneath the opposite thigh, Cain waited for Ben to begin the conversation and was both impressed and intimidated by Ben\'s forward start. He supposed there was no sense wasting words. He\'d expected Ben to chit-chat a little more, but he supposed his direct questioning went hand-in-hand with the telling off he\'d only just received. No chatter here, then.
"No," he said with absolute sincerity. "I was hoping to jump the queue for next year\'s donors because I found out such a thing existed too late to get in this year."
He watched Ben digest this information and offered up more, not wanting to be accused of hiding anything.
"I wasn\'t lying about getting evicted. I can\'t make rent, which means I\'ll get turfed out after a couple of warnings." He shrugged. "I meet all the donor criteria. Don\'t drink, don\'t smoke, don\'t do drugs," he said, listing them off on his fingers, "and I don\'t talk about your kind to those who don\'t know."