[ vash's face is quite red, isn't it? cain pauses to consider that, somewhat amazed, before glancing back down at himself. maybe.. well. it must be odd to see cain anything less than fully dressed in long sleeves, pants, and shoes.. and he had just been a cat on top of all this. vash must be a little thrown off. ]

I suppose I am fairly careful not to walk around in my sleep-clothes. [ if that's what he means by 'private', anyway. then he laughs, a titter that's as delighted as it is amused. ] If you think about it, I'm as covered as ever, you know. There's still no more skin on display than you usually see.

[ his hands click against his thighs as he pushes himself to stand, then reaches to gently urge vash's hand away from his face. ] Come now, dear, don't be so embarrassed. If anything, you ought to be a little annoyed, I should think.