[ Cain reaches for his own glass, tipping it back in a harsh, swift movement, the lone piece of ice rattling against the glass. He set it back down on the bartop with a hiss, dark eyes glinting as he watched Tenn. He licked the taste from his mouth, lingering in silence. ]

I'm Fighter trash from Mars. And look at you, pretty and polished, wearing such fine things. You've probably never gone a day without food, have you? Never had to choose between water with radiation or with lead in it? Wondered if the bombs would hit your colony next?

[ But when his rough-fingered hand lifted to Tenn's face, he touched the other man's jaw with painstaking gentleness. Brushed his thumb along its angle. ]

I don't want to bully you. I want to taste all that luxury off your mouth. All the good dreams you've been eating.