It was certain that Drake was weary of the offer after all the other had shown his capacity for murder and disdain for vampires more than enough for any sane one to run for it. Problem was the wound felt bad enough that it needed to get treated and summoning his one 'kind' wasn't going to help him any considering the massacre that just occurred so really did he have a choice? He nodded slowly as he could feel himself almost slightly feral still knowing his fangs were extended from the rush of the fight and fingers more akin to claws.<br/><br/>"I... I don't know how you can without restraining me. I know I can lash out when I'm like this... Almost filled with half blood lust." He growled not a fan of what he had become even with the power it has grated him. The blood smelled so good right now and between the fighting and the injury the temptation to feed was growing rapidly. If he didn't want to lose it he knew he would have to trust not to be maimed by the human. He stuck out his arms in front of him "hurry.  I'm sure you have something in your kit that will work. I can't be held responsible for when it comes too much." He panted out his body wanting to protect itself but he was fighting through with his own will.