Tight pants and tight t-shirt after having dealt with all those layers in the past is honestly just a great thing and he's living for it. Bless this world for letting it all happen, and double bless Eccarius for talking about needing extra help, that'll keep Cass' mind occupied for the next few eternities. Literally everyone is a potential target now.

"Ooh, I could believe it, got that sexy pirate look down to a fine art." Except maybe lacking a few anchor tattoos, but Cass has enough ink for both of them.

He nuzzles into the crook of Eccarius' neck, affectionate rather than anything remotely vampiric, breathing out his words with a naive sort of curiosity, "Bet you got some tales to tell."