[ Ah. Well, maybe he's pushed Percival a little too far, if the swooping of the ship is anything to go by... but Cain really can't regret it when he's getting such a good look at Percival's flushed face. Even as he grabs at Percival to steady himself, inadvertently flexing against him, Cain's grinning, laughing softly, like this is some fantastic carnival ride rather than an out of control space ship. ]

Calm down—!

[ He manages to grab Percival's collar and drag him down for another kiss, counting indeed on what's worked, not fixing what's not broken. This kiss is slower, sweet even, meant to gentle. Something for Percival to focus on instead of his confusion, the teasing that Cain has taken a bit too far.

This isn't the place for whatever scenario's Percival's so obviously picturing, after all, and Cain isn't actually so irresponsible that he'd abandon his duty as a pilot for a bit of a romp, even if their proximity has him warm and turned on. Even if he very much would like to explore something like this, in a more suitable time and place. But that can wait, right now, there's a problem to be solved, and that's Cain's specialty.

He pulls away, keeps his voice low. ]

You're thinking too much. We can do this, so just take a deep breath. Focus. It's like a battle, the rest isn't important right now.