The house was beautiful and Drake knew how to behave socially, he wasn't a heathen by any means but he couldn't hide who he was from an experienced hunter. There was always the pale deadish tone to his skin as well as the reddish tone to his pupils that had been introduced to his previously gray eyes. He hung back behind Ryah still feeling tense as they stepped into the house and not taking his eyes off the family but at least outwardly trying to appear more relaxed than he was. He had learned tricks from his last life about seeming laid back but being ready to defend himself at a moments notice. Being left in the room with the older man was not something he expected... he felt like a boyfriend show up to take a girl to prom or something of the like only his life was actually in danger.<br/><br/>His eyes scanned to take in if this was a no-shoes or shoes on household and followed the rules as needed as he was still intending to be polite and not pick a fight with these people. He never set out to make enemies as the list was ever growing as it was. He wasn't sure what they had to talk about with the father of Ryah but he kept his gaze weary as he waited in the entryway. Making himself at home wasn't on the agenda and he didn't expect Ryah to take long, right? He could offer some sort of small talk and say it was good to meet the other? He didn't think that was exactly the truth so instead, he chose to stay quiet. Maybe they would feel better off just pretending he wasn't even there. It was hard to get a good read about what they would think of him and Ryah didn't sound so certain about them with his introduction was any indication.