It wouldn't be unlike him to do something like this just for cruelty sake if he knew the other man had an emotional tie to him. Although, Cain was far more likely to manipulate that kind of emotional bond to make it useful, like his dear Deimos.

While he remained his cocky self -- grin far from a genuine smile -- it was fairly clear that Cain did not in fact remember or recognize Laurent at all. Aside from being just another cute blond. Which, sure yeah he'd fuck it, but that didn't mean much of anything. Days of not really remember who he put his dick into had become less and less common since joining the Alliance. Still, this place wasn't familiar and he'd never been anywhere other than New Volga and wherever the Alliance decided to take them.

His cocky smile faded, though. Something a little more serious took over his features. Brows ebbed. His head canted to the side a bit. Now wasn't this interesting. Why the fuck would he be asking questions like that? Straightening himself up, Cain moved his feet forward. A gloved hand reached out and slid over Laurent's shoulder.

"Why don't you jog my memory?" His voice warm, smooth, with a touch of smoker's husk to it.