"Do you practice?" asked Cain. There was a quiet, simmering frustration that it wasn't coming to him so quickly. His usual outlet, being moody and outright hostile to anyone that looked at him funny, wasn't exactly viable at the moment. Abel was the only one around, and Abel always looked at him funny. It was just how his brother operated now.

There was a pause while he went over what he had just said. There was rather a large piece missing from it that he had intended. He grimaced and added, "With her. Do you practice with her ever?" Translation magic would have been useful right about then. It would save him the embarrassment, anyway.