Reake almost sighed in exasperation. He had tried to be very up front with Drake but it would seem the man was rather intent on believing him some nefarious monster bent on his destruction or something. It must be extremely difficult to go through life in such a way and he wonders what sort of suffering must have caused Drake to look at everthing with this overly paranoid manner. He tries to think what he might have missed, what could the man possibly be thinking? He wishes Michael were here as the other angel was often better with these types of situations. People just took the arch angel of fire more seriously than they did his own more bubbly personality.<br/><br/>"You would prefer I disrespect you by coming here unprepared and wasting your time? I knew I would be bargining with you when I came so what would be the point of not having something worth bargaining with? It's a good deal, but if you have a beeter one in mind I am open to bargaining." He says. He leaves the bottle uncapped on the table, knowing the smell would only grow more tempting to the vampire in front of him. He waits to hear Drake's counteroffer to his already generous one. Closure and a cure all in one for a few days or weeks of discomfort, Reake just wants to rub his face in frustration. Why was it so hard to get people.to do what was best for them?