[Cain makes the sign of the Aquila. Having the Emperor in his machine aspect bless their meal has always struck Cain as rather questionable given His lack of affinity for eating properly, but not to the point where he would try to argue Felicia down over it.]
Holy Emperor, keep us to the path to true righteousness as we dwell among the mutant, the alien, and the heretic. [He shoots a sideways warning glance at Eridan, lest he try to interrupt.] We ask for Your blessings, to nourish our souls and strengthen our resolve.
[Cain manages to sound humbly sincere, despite internally rolling his eyes for most of it.]