Drake at this point was regretting signing any contract in relation to Kane and all his meddling new angel buddies. He had no problem lying to Reake’s face and doing everything he could to get his way. He was even annoyed with the monitoring that he had sleep patterns to speak of because it appeared to the angel the vampire never slept. Not that a creature of the night couldn’t, if he had enough blood he didn’t have to and Drake seemed to avoid sleep like the plague. Any prompts to do so would earn the brush off, ‘I’m not well enough yet’ or ‘I’m not tired’. One had to wonder what his nights as a human had been like to develop such a strong aversion.<br/><br/>He didn’t look threatened by the prospect of injections as he seemed all set to find new ways to avoid Reake’s ‘fixing’ of his brain and had insisted every time they saw each other that he would simply go make up with Kane and that the man had to trust that he could play nice and everything would be fine. The looks to judgement and frustration didn’t phase him either but seemed to redouble his efforts to try and convince Reake that he was ‘normal’ enough not to need the meds. “I always do pride myself on being special and standing out from the crowd. So we can add my defying laws as one more thing.” He said casually not sure why the man was wasting his time and it showed in his own impatient expression.