Gabriel shook his head slightly at the mention of not trusting them, the lack of control. All of which was likely linked to his diseases. This man was so ill he had deluded himself into thinking he needed it. It was sad really, and he understood why Reake was trying to help they man. Paranoia was a bitch to deal with and coupled with real dangers people often thought the added wariness was a good thing. However it wire on the mind and made it difficult to distinguish a real threat from say, someone trying to help you, or something innocuous. The lack of sleep he could feel in the man only contributed further.<br/><br/>Gabriel doesn't seem bothered at all by the fact that Drake is attracted to him or what he said, almost like he expected that would be the case. Drake is far from the first mortal to confess their desire for him under the power of his truth spells. "I am supposed to believe you why exactly? You have already proven yourself a liar. My sexual interest is something to be earned. Take your medicine. Bargining for sexual gratification is beneath the both of us." He demands firmly. Rrake comes over woth the injection ready and moves to prepare Drake's arm. Hopefully the man won't fight him anymore.