Reake knew he had Drake with the look on his face when he mentioned the blood. Honestly he felt bad for the former human. Vampirism was a terrible disease that ramaged both body and mind. Kane had managed to stay sane and be a reasonably good person. He clearly wasn't going out and attacking random humans for their blood. Honestly he wished to just give the man the cure but he needed to heal both Kane and apparently Drake too. Why people were so stubborn about what was good for them he would never know. The angel feels like he's been convincing people to let him take care of theur wounds since the dawn of time. It has made him quite persuasive and effective. Some people needed sweet words and others, well others needed blood.<br/><br/>He slowly pulls out a bottle from his pocket. Maybe as tall as a thumbnail. He sets it on the table between them and uncorks it. The smell that hits the vampires nose would be... well... divine. To be more specific, the blood of a Seraphim. It was still hot despite having been bottled a while ago. It smelled fresh to. "Call it an advance payment. Give it a try." Reake says to him. He knows once the vampire tries it he will want more. Seraphim blood is quite different from regular blood. For a while Drake would crave it like no other, but eventually it would cure his need for blood entirely and he could go back to regular food.