Cain noticed the expression, and the heat returned to him. His chest and face burned as his brow furrowed. Had he not been wearing a mask over his lips, she might have seen his ever so slight frown. This confused him. He didn't stifle his own expression this time. Instead he knelt down to eye level again. His metallic eyes had a slight glisten to them, although he didn't know this. He only knew they too felt hot, and he didn't understand what magic was causing this. Perhaps the girl was cursing him too. Perhaps not. Clearly she did not believe him, and that was unacceptable. Her trust was less, and he needed that trust. But why did he need that trust? Why did he need anything from her?

His body acted on its own for a moment, placing his hand on her arm. His bare hand. He had peeled off his glove, revealing a pale, tattooed hand with blacked fingernails. If she had telepathy, it was well known amongst magic users that touch gave ease to such ability. This was how he would prove his honesty, or at least the story he believed to be the truth. Rejection from his cousin had been more traumatic than he had been willing to accept. He was alone. The girl was right, whether he was able to understand it or not. 
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