In the most biblical sense

"I would protest loudly if you tried to," Cain grumbles against his shoulder, softly gripping against his shirt and curling into him comfortably.

"But I don't think I can fall asleep yet, so you can ask me some of those things you always want me to talk about if you want."

You know, like how was his day, who has he been hanging out with... the stuff he's always forgetting to mention.