The remark about Ryah’s personality earned a bit of a quirked smile from Drake as he couldn’t deny it was in the hunter’s nature to want to piss anyone off that rubbed him the wrong way. Getting the man to calm down had Drake releasing his own breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. He looked a little uneasy at the question but he had to shrug. “He’s a demon. A half demon to be exact but it doesn’t matter much since most of his powers are pretty run of the mill for his kind except one.” He shuddered recalling just what Kane is capable of.<br/><br/>“Usually he has no interest in really tormenting people but that might have changed I suppose. Demons only get worse and more callous with age it’s in their nature.” Even if Kane had tried to fight it for as long as he could and his human side gave him more empathy than most Drake couldn’t help but wonder if it had been easier for him to just give into the nature of Hell where he had last been as Drake had heard. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you about him but I just didn’t expect him to come looking for me... certainly not after the last time.”<br/><br/>He came to sit down beside Ryah. “Give me your arm.” He added and waiting for Ryah to offered the injured one. If he didn’t he would have reached out and eased it into his grasp anyways. The burn was not that big of an area and wasn’t too deep but... Drake felt like it was his job to take care of it anyways. “Now hold still this might sting.” Much like he had done to the wound that he had helped Ryah with on the roof Drake ran his tongue coating the burn with saliva that tingled and started to heal the flesh that it touched. It never worked on old wounds so they had to be fresh for this treatment to work.