Being who he is, Cade is inclined to once again take the news as negatively as possible-- great, so there's another place that's off-ilmits for him, because he might be attacked or just... isn't wanted. Fine. Good.
But he's too hurt to be angry again, and something else catches his attention. He looks up from the floor to Zevran, uncertain. Vent... to him? Confide in him?
The last person to do that was, well, the person they've been discussing. Twenty years ago.

"...I... that's fine," he stammers, unsure of how to deal with the... what is it, responsibility? "I'm... not much good, but..." He trails off awkwardly. "...if you want."