With a bit of reluctance Ryan agreed as he hated to feel indebted to everyone but when Sam produced that charming smile a small part of him knew he wouldn't be able to resist even the silliest request from the man. It was not something he was ready to admit to Sam right now and give away his weakness. He couldn't help but smile all the wider not sure he was used to the flattery but once again the two men were drawn to each other and Ryan found himself recalling the tale of Icarus flying too close to the sun and getting his wings burned. He pushed it out the way letting himself really engage with Sam. The fire marshall would see the man that Ryan was and the potential of the man he could be if he were to hold more confidence in his command. Much like the surprising steady force Ryan was in bed something in Ryan showed of the powerful generous and steadfast but strong man he could grow into if only give then support. If things had been different there was no doubt he would have made general in the angelic army but he had been cast aside and outside of his looks and small tricks in talent never given the time to shine. It always lived in the shadow of his father's power, reputation, and mistakes as well as his sister's ruthless Hell ladder climbing mind that it was always assumed Ryan was 'easy' and not to be worried about because he was just 'fine'.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Kane rose a brow at what was presented to him, "Well I'm certainly surprised... if you hope to get me drunk on this sugar water you will have to feed me a lot of it." he said with a hint of amusement in his tone. Getting Kane talking was a tall order the man was imposing and carried the air of danger about him. Word had spread that he had killed Dimitri like one crushes an annoying fly and that the prince of Hell himself was bidding for his hand for the throne but none of that appealed to Kane. The depression that sat in his soul couldn't be lifted with Hell's politics and with the stares of people singling him out as different. Plus the words Sam had thrown at him about leaving his son to burn still stung and scared him that he might have been right.