Ryah paused for a second. It must have been obvious if the other brunet could smell it on him. He gave a small shrug. It wasn't that he didn't want to explain himself, it was more that surely the other would just side with his own kind.<br/><br/>"Look," he began, "I was given some information. Paid a pretty penny for it too. So I met up with a vampire where<i>she</i>wanted, when she wanted, and she gave me her information, which as it turned out, was rather useless. And then, she tried to make a snack out of me so I had to defend myself."<br/><br/>She'd had no qualms about attacking him. Hell, she probably would have sucked him dry and discarded his carcass in the alley. Funny because when he turned the tables on her, her tune had changed real quick. Ryah felt it had been justified, but he was positive ol' Spike here probably wouldn't see it that way.<br/><br/>"Anyway, since you're clearly not going to help me, I'm leaving," Ryah told him and made to move past Angel, not wanting to startle him and provoke him into attacking him. "I have no quarrel with you."