"Dinner at the Hotel?" Cain tilted his head, brows raised. The way he said it made it sound less like a job and more a thing he picked up every now and then. Was that a thing? Did he know the owner well, or did the owner just not care?

At the reversal of the question, Cain just grinned. It wasn't guileless, but it was definitely something simple rather than hiding anything behind it. "Not much. Lately I've just been checking the place out, picking up little odd-jobs that they'll let me have."