Any new face at the bar tended to have Drake's attention but he kept it low key as he let himself relax into the seat and not be bothered by how the man didn't quite fit into this dingy interior. This reinforced his unease when the other slid beside to the bar to get his attention. Drake had more than enough experience with this sort of thing as he used to be one of the human who would tangle with the supernatural. He tilted his head to glance the other from behind his glasses typically he didn't engage in conversation but the chances of being able to walk away had greatly diminished.<br/><br/>"Feeling lonely?" he asked the man with a smirk as his eyes carefully studied the archetype of 'dashing' man next to him who looked far too serious and did he smell blood on him? Then again with his sharpened senses you picked up all sorts of things. He casually kept a hand wrapped around his mostly finished pint not bothering to let the man know that he was identified to be more than meets the eye himself. Drake himself had a complicated history and it put him on edge to feel like this wasn't going to end well.