The hunter couldn't help the small chuckle. "You don't eat, make a mess or take up any room. You're the perfect roommate, let's be honest." Not that Ryah had much experience in the way of roommates. He'd had exactly two roommates when he had first moved out of his parents'. Everyone had kept to themselves, minded their own business. The only issue had been running out of hot water, and the endless hairballs of cat fur clinging to every inch of the apartment.<br/><br/>"Besides, I can't ask you to help out even more than you already have," he insisted. He'd already disrupted Drake's entire life, made a real mess of it.<br/><br/>Ryah, flirt with a girl? He thought that perhaps he would rather have to face off against a vampire or two. Him and seductive didn't go together at all. He shrugged. "Apparently hot, tall and fit doesn't do it for him. Steve's like your typical all-American boy next door. Blond, blue-eyed, carries groceries for little old ladies. Didn't catch the vampire's eye at all, it seems." And really, if Steve didn't turn the vampire's head, how the hell was Ryah going to be able to do it?<br/><br/>He didn't normally drink during a task but he had a feeling it would help this time around. Something to calm his nerves, to take the edge off. Something that made him feel less like a completely awkward bumpkin. Ryah resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands. "This is a terrible idea. I'm going to die," he groaned.