Maybe one day Drake would be inclined to push just to see what Gabe would give when the restraints were off. But... today was not that day and he retracted his fangs licking at the wound to seal it, as vampire saliva did have a healing property to it. That quickly turned to kisses along Gabe's neck but he stayed rather tame in the man's lap for the moment. The angel made him feel safe and protected in a way that was so rare and fleeting hin Drake's life that he wanted to bask in it. Curling into Gabe's lap he kept straddling the angel. His body still ached pleasantly but he looked forward to any bruises or marked that might still linger because of how owned they made him feel. Finally he seemed to take notice of the other two in the room. "Is he going to be alright?" He asked with only a mild hint of concern.<br/><br/>"You should stay laying down." Kane said tried to urge his stubborn lover. He half wondered if Abbaddon would even remember his confession or if it would be all wiped out in the infection and fever he was sure he had been running. "Everything is fine, I'm not going anywhere." He tried to urge the normally energetic man to keep rest, preferably on his front since those wounds still looked rather nasty. It was like treading over a bruise and he wondered if they should call in Michael now or way, his eyes seeking out Gabe who looked a little too blissed.