Exchange of Knowledge (1).

Starting at Cain with sparkling eyes, Steve was the very image of a rat who smelt cheese.

"Hmph! If you want to know, you'll have to pay up." Cain said with a smirk.

Blinking, Steve replied seriously, "Boss, I doubt I possess anything that would be of use to you. If you want, I'll offer you my undying loyalty!" 

"Ha! Don't think you can trick me. I know you have more than a handful of hidden aces." Cain said with a predatory grin. If Steve wanted anything from him, he would have to cough something up. He wasn't a charity agency after all.

"Tch! Fine..." With a pout, Steve's eyes glazed over as he began ruminating through the contents of his inventory.

Cain knew that everyone on his team was special in one way or another. And Steve was no exception...

Even though he seemed eccentric at times, Cain knew that behind the facade existed an intelligent, cunning, and inquisitive person.