[ He is 150 years old, he is NOT too young. Too complicated, maybe. Vash just blinks the moment his face is smushed between Cain's hands, his face still a comfortable level of scarlet that's not quite as deep as the color of the coat he wears. ]

Huh? Why would Nai care if I let you borrow my shirts? [ There's a pause though and Vash looks a little uncertain. Please him? He fits Cain with something that turns quizzical as he lifts his hands to lightly rest on top of Cain's own. ]

I think you've got the wrong idea about how Nai and function. [ He says, with a little trepidation in his voice. He doesn't pull away though. Something something touch starved something. ]