Seeing Samus was only a minutely pleasant surprise. Minutely. On one hand, Caim fully expected her chiding to follow, much the way Angelus had chosen to bestow upon him. On the other, Caim had a certain degree of... 'likeness' for Samus. She was intriguing and that night at the masquerade wasn't one he was likely to forget. For her eyes gave her away. She stared at him in the present with the same disapproval that she had when they first met.

He remembered her warnings. He'd always heard them, but he'd never bothered to listen. It wasn't as though Caim logically didn't know she was right, or didn't know that actions had consequences. It was more or less he felt he had no choice. Hurting those in the town he thought ranked a bit differently in comparison to harming someone like Mac. It was really too late to try thinking otherwise, however.

Her question caused his brow to furrow and then he shook his head. No. Of course they didn't ask because no one cared. A man's exterior was all they needed to see. Caim was unwelcoming. Fully and utterly and a part of him wanted to die so grandly that he was unwilling to let much of anyone see beneath his hardened walls.

Rising from his chair, he gestured absently with one hand while the other found his waist. As though he had a great deal to say, except he'd said absolutely nothing.