Drake took a bit to think about his answer to finding someone outside of this 'lifestyle' "No... I really don't think that would work. I mean I would have to explain why I never eat food and have to drink cranberry juice all the time. Whoever I'm with will have to be into the vampire thing... but a human isn't out of the question since a vampire feeding on a host prolongs their lifespan. I once met a couple like that the human was over 200 plus years old and then had been together for that long on and off. It's crazy to think about but maybe gives me a little hope even though I'm not holding my breath." Drake came with his own set of baggage and demands and while the vampire thing solved some of them it created new problems as well.<br/><br/>He opted in for the coffee break more than happy for the familiar liquid to warm his hands on as he sipped it. It had taken him a long time to retrain himself to handle the favor as most human food still made him ill but this was a vice he could never really kick. All he could do was nod along with the assurance that the hunting community would leave him alone, he wasn't buying it and he felt that Ryah was naive to trust people like that to follow through. He had been around the block far too many times and found himself disappointed so he wasn't exactly going to jump for joy or expect anything different unless proven otherwise. He did really want Ryah's sister to be alright... if only for his sake.<br/><br/>Upon the offer of being asked to stay in the car, he raised a brow. "No, I want to come up. I want to see what they have to say about her condition." Part of that was also to see what in the world they would say about HIM and he wanted to know right away if this was going to be a problem. Naturally, he didn't expect to get welcomed with open arms but avoiding the problems and avoiding the 'enemy' wasn't going to make anything better. Maybe it was against his better judgment and rather ballsy but Drake got out of the car. "Need help with anything else?" He asked in his head running the internal countdown of when he would need to feed again. It was a junkie really and he hated it but managing his condition was part of keeping everyone safe. It was dark still in the early morning hours, it had to be, and he knew he would be not his best again soon... His eyes took in the house before him wondering what in the world this all had come to. Oh well. There was no turning back now and if a fight were to break out he would rather do it in the night time and have a chance to flee.