Kain could tell from the look in her eyes that she didn’t take it too kindly that he was very resistant to joining the Reapers. Many would have called him mad and suicidal for opposing Scorn but he didn’t care. Unlike those cowards, he had the balls to say whatever the fuck he liked. Of course, Scorn wouldn’t want to lose a conduit as unique as Kain so she just had to suck it up. This was quite empowering for Kain and he rather enjoyed it. Both Scorn and Kain were two alpha dogs who love to be on top. The partnership that will ensue could end up turning into a long heated battle for power that may also heat up the relationship. Kain’s never been interested in love, since Ellie. His heart was destroyed and mangled just like that protester. Scorn would be there for sexual pleasure and the mutual enjoyment of the pain and suffering of others. He rather enjoys the thought actually.

Scorn then resumes to ask for Kain’s name. In her words, she did have a point. Kain could’t possibly continue to work with Scorn without a name. He then gives a small, devilish smile upon his face and spoke.
“My name is Kain. I should really ask for yours as well. We both know that Scorn is not your real name. I seem to recall you having a real name back in Curdun Cay but I can’t quite remember it.” He then starts scratch his beard, as if trying to remember what the name was. He then stops and shrugs uncaringly. “Actually, I quite frankly couldn’t give a fuck about your real name, considering the fact that Scorn suits you pretty fucking well.” 

He then walks over to an old, wooden counter nearby and starts examining some of the tools on top of it. It almost reminds him of Curdun Cay. As torturing and scarring as Curdun Cay was, they sure do make a good impression on how to make someone scream. He then stops fiddling with them and turns back towards Scorn. 

”So Miss Scorn,” he walks closer to her, inches away from her face. “Where do we start?”