Kyle looked over at Ben. Ben was lounging in his chair with his legs propped up on Jake's back. He had ordered Jake to kneel in front of him moments ago. "Ben, what do you think of Caine?"
Ben turned his attention to Kyle, "I've always thought he was cute."
Cute! This drew Cain's ire. He was a man. He was a fighter. He wasn't cute. "Stay out of this!" He nearly growled at Ben.
Kyle clicked his tongue a few times. "No, no, no. That just won't do. From now on, you're going to talk like a sweet boy."
Cain's face reddened. He was ready to tell them all what he was going to do when he had a choice.
He opened his mouth and said, "Golly, ya'll need to stop talking to me like that." His jaw sprang shut. Then he said, a little more emphatically, "Goodness, I'm prattling on like a good little boy."
He had not meant to say any of that. He had wanted to tell them both off, to curse them both to hell and back but his words wouldn't match up with any of that.
"What a sweet boy," Kyle said with a shit-eating grin.
Cain didn't try to speak again. Kyle moved toward him. "Why don't you strike a few poses for me."
Cain's body began to move. He did Double Bicep pose, a front lateral spread and then an abdominal and thigh pose with his arms behind his head. "That's it, freeze!" Kyle commanded.
He had his idea of what to do with this sweet boy.