Caius's eyes are dull and shaded, but hardly unintelligent. There's certainly an intellect hidden behind his irises of dark grey. He'll stare into her, sort of piercing into the depths of the woman before turning away to continue admiring the fire, watching embers form as the wood burns inside the place. "His name was Caimon Or. Odd last name. Odd man." With that, he'll peel back a sleeve of his trenchcoat, revealing a metallic skintight suit that seemed to almost be part of the man's skin, with cables occasionally jutting out and into his very flesh.
"Does that answer you."