Ryah didn't appreciate the unsolicited advice, if it could even be called that, but he couldn't exactly turn his ears off either. Kane wasn't telling him anything new in regards to Charlie. It had only ever been a thin hope in hell that he could outrun Phineas. Vampires leaders, over time, tended to amass wealth and fortune, in more than just money and gold and jewels. Fledglings, lackeys, servants, even property and information. Those were all tools of the trade, Ryah found. And if Phineas was on his way, Ryah wasn't sure how he'd be getting out of this one. If he couldn't outrun Phineas, could he outplay him?<br/><br/>As for Drake... "He's not a stray," snapped the brunet before he could think better of it. It was the truth, wasn't it? Ryah didn't know when but somehow, somewhere along the way, he'd gotten used to having Drake around. His presence was...a comfort. And as far as he was concerned, Drake had never been one to take sides in any sort of war amongst his own kind. He had had no part in this and he never would have been involved in this fiasco in the first place if it hadn't been for Ryah. Clearly Kane had no idea, that the hunter had been the one to seek out Drake in the beginning and ask for his help. And Drake would have had every right to turn him away but he hadn't.<br/><br/>He didn't deny anything about being in lust with Drake though. How could he? When they'd slept together just yesterday and it had been at the edge of Ryah's mind the entire morning. The way Drake had felt beneath him, his skin, his body, wrapped around Ryah's. The way he'd begged for more, for anything Ryah would give. Those<i>noises</i>he'd made... Ryah averted his gaze from both of them, waiting until Kane left. His grip on Drake's wrist didn't loosen; he was frozen, unable to move.