It was true that Drake wasn't a weightlifter by any means but he had always been slim with mostly muscle, wiry, by nature. He did have some scarring here and there but most of it was masked even with his skin being very pale. That and there was a small hint of a black tattoo wrapping around his shoulder and just peaking out of the tank top. Drake didn't look too concerned then the other got to the guard. He figured the other would be out for a bit... he noticed the off behavior from the other as he raised a brow, "I only really need to eat once a day..." he didn't like to feed if he didn't feel the need for it mostly because Drake was even a bit awkward about it.<br/><br/>He looked like the picture of some sort of gothic club goer and seemed able to flip the switch when he wanted to. "Are you alright?" he asked moving to try and shift the guard away so at least he could be hidden out of the line of sight. "Do you want to explore more? This might be our last chance for a while." He admitted now that they had been made it would only be a matter of time before the alarm was sounded. He had to sniff the air a little bit as he glanced around, "I swear there are other people here so be careful."