His food arrived and the first thing Ryah did was drown it in syrup, drizzling it over the waffle and whipped cream before taking a bite. He couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips. "Oh, this is good," he confessed, devouring the hot, fluffy waffle. It was crispy on the outside and light, but still soft on the inside, just the way he liked it.<br/><br/>The brunet shrugged. "I'm not exactly interested in dating another hunter," he finally said, after swallowing his food. As much as he thought he was doing good in the world, protecting humans, if he ever had kids, he didn't think he'd want the lifestyle for them. He remembered what it was like growing up, wondering if one day, his mun and dad simply wouldn't come back because they'd been killed by a supernatural. He remembered thinking that there wouldn't even be a body for them to lay to rest. It wasn't an easy life, being a hunter, that was for certain.<br/><br/>Ryah shook his head. "I really don't know much about Phin, sorry," he answered, brow furrowed. "I don't have any contacts here really but I can try to contact a couple people back home when we're done here. Since it's daytime, I'm thinking we shouldn't run into too many vampires anyway, if there are any at Allure or the pub." Either he was hungrier then he realized or the food was just that good, because he was done and licking the syrup from his fingers in under ten minutes.<br/><br/>Picking up his drink, he took a slow sip, watching Drake over the rim of his cup, his eyes hooded as he studied the other brunet. "You're nothing like what I expected of a supe," Ryah admitted after a long pause.