— "..."

Cain was sitting on the couch, leaning back calmly, in one of his hands was some kind of book, but you couldn't exactly read the title because of the way he was holding the book. You were sitting in a chair, not far away, but for him you didn't exist, he was completely occupied with a book, or simply ignoring you. It is unknown. Probably even if you ask Cain, he won't answer.