Drayn hadn't missed that the other living person had been fixed on the wound. It seemed he was plenty engrossed in the display of macabre death. Obviously Adrien liked his little fuck-tarts crazy. This one had been more so than Adrien had bargained for. The small body had been easy to send away and the useless slicing of air for defense was almost cute. It was also very gratifying to listen to the sounds that were the results of hitting him. The boy didn't have other notable marks. Damn. Adrien had missed out.<br/><br/>Drayn titled his head when the boy lost focus. Little nut. Drayn nodded along when the petite murderer spoke, mocking a great interest in every word. "Oh, nice to meet you, Robyn, that's a perfectly endearing name." If he was going to be honest with himself, this kind a whimpering thing did inspire a bit of firmness in him. Now was very likely not the time to be trying out a new fuck-puppy.<br/><br/>The offer wasn't half-bad. The issue should have been the loss of a life, but not even Drayn was to hypocritical he'd push it like he believed it. He rolled the proposal in his mouth as he shifted more weight onto the shoe that had caught the boy's wrist. Whatever else he desired? Guess this boy knew his own worth. "You'd like that, right?" he asked and slid the heavy sole over the hand still holding the knife, forcing the fingers to fold outward so he could eventually slide the knife far away. It'd either set a few digits out of place, even break them or at least hurt a lot.<br/><br/>Drayn grabbed the tousled hair and threw Robyn's face onto a dry part of the bed, lifting his ass so he could see the hole that had eventually cost Adrien his life. "Everything I want from you, plus Adrien's cash and stash?" Drayn made an agreeable grimace as he pretended to consider. "So, we pack all that shit up real neatly, I fuck the absolute living history out of your really willing ass, and then I'm suddenly breathing through a hole in my throat, watching you run away with all my stuff?"<br/><br/>Drayn put his hands in his coat pockets and kicked the inside of Robyn's foot to have the boy further part his legs. A quick kick collided the sneaker toe to Robyn's sack. Damn. This boy was getting him hard, after all. "Alright, Robby. I'll bite." he said and then shrugged. "Let's start with you finding me some money and product while you tell me why THE FUAK you just killed me dealer. And you know what? Get yourself off while you tell me, too."