Perhaps his tones were lackluster, but his body and his touch were not. Those were things that Elijah couldn't help. He felt the coldness in Cain's body and began to run his hands up and down the overly large biceps and triceps, trying to ignore how much they ignighted the fuel within-- or how the thought of Cain actually being a vampire turned Elijah on. He wouldn't. He couldn't think those things. Not when it was taking a life, a personality, a human and making it a murderer.

"Damnit Klaus." Elijah squeezed Cain's arms tenderly, and nodded. "Yes, Klaus turned you. You were dead, Cain and now you are not. He must have put you in this state, and now you must make the choice to feed on human blood or not. To become one of us, or not. I know it's not an easy decision... I really wish you didn't have to make it. I cared for you how you were. I liked the human you."

Elijah realized that this upset him more than he should have let on, but he figured now there was no greater point in hiding it. Cain would move on after this no matter what happened to him. He'd no longer be their meager blood slave once he was either a vampire or dead. So, he would be lost to Elijah no matter what.

"I had wanted to get to know you before you left, but I imagine I don't or won't have time now. I'm sorry, everything was my fault. I should have said something that day... I don't know what, but something better than what was said. It- that meant something to me. You do, and I am still trying to learn why. So, now you know. Now that we'll go our separate ways." Elijah held himself still for a few seconds, waiting for Cain's response to any of it, all of it, feeling more vulnerable than he could remember feeling in a very long time.