Drake had been taught the basic customs even though he chose not to join the club. "I am Drake Prescott, turned by one Dimitrius." The name was fairly infamous among vampires. Dimitri was an asshole by any stretch who delighted in torturing people and supernatural alike. He also had demon blood in him and was strong in magic to top it all off. Being a vampire for him was just a way for him to increase power for himself so he never had a coven but he was old and feared... and he had met a grizzly end at the hands of another demon. It was odd since he rarely turned fledgling for himself since he had no interest in growing a following and had loved to make body doubles to make sure he could never be hurt. But he was dead and thus it felt Drake a rather delectable treat to be snatched up. There were some beliefs around different vampires that traits could be passed down or inherited from Master to turned person. Drake didn't believe it and didn't care for it.<br/><br/>There was still a sense of mystery about how, why, or when Drake was turned and why by Dimitri of all vampires. He knew he had to present his wrist or neck for Phin to drink from if he wanted it was a sign of submission and respect but right now he needed to deal with Ryah and figure out a way to convey to him that he needed to save his energy and use his brain. "Certainly Sir, he is rather loud... I'm not a far of hearing him speak since he is a man loves pancakes over waffles." He tsked trying to let Ryah know with the lie about his preferences that he was lying and in character though he didn't know if the hunter could get control of his emotions enough to hear him. He took off his tie and gagged the other around his mouth and then Ryah's belt to tie off his hands. It wasn't the tightest he could, if Ryah worked at it he could get out but it would take time.<br/><br/>At least Drake knew that Charlie might still be alive, she seemed to be in bad shape and he needed Phin's attention focused on him and for Ryah to get his head out of his ass if he could. If he couldn't it would be the death of the hunter for sure, maybe Drake could get away or play along he wasn't looking to die over a childish loss of self-control. He had no time for any of it. "Sir? I was always taught to savor good things but I would certainly not be tempted to question your judgment. Have...have you really turned more than one hunter, sir?" He asked sounding in awe of the vampire as he wanted to get the man talking and appealing to an arrogant being's ego usually worked well. "That's amazing as I have heard they are rather dangerous types." He stayed with his knee on Ryah's back as he couldn't trust the other to try not to fight. "Would it be alright to leave him on the bed for now sir? I would really... really be thankful for the chance to serve you properly." He said with all the weight of implication in his tone and sounding like he really wanted to get fucked.