Drake had known what he was the moment Reake had walked into the space be just hasn't expected anything of it. Most angels had little to no interest in him but that didn't mean that couldn't change in a flash. When the man sat down to introduce himself be would see someone very akin to Kanes memory and mind. Black hair streaked with gray square glasses and not a terribly tall with body. The difference was this man was far more deathly pale and his mouth was set in a grim line as he had a few scars on his face, well healed, but there. His gray eyes now looked like one of a very suspicious animal ready to lash out if provoked and Reake would know vampires could be damn fast.<br/><br/>Yet he wasn't going to run if he didn't know who sent the angel because disposing of a messenger wouldn't solve his problems. He didn't take the offered drink though as trust for it not be laced was minimal. There seemed to be a moment of calculation on his end as Drake knew this bar well and every exit and position. He was close to the door for a reason. His expression cracked with an easy smile that spoke of someone who was used to being able to talk his way out of trouble. "I think you got the wrong lad, get that all the time." He offered a shrug like it was no big deal and moved to stand up. It was in a controlled fashion not taking his eyes of Reake. The man clearly wouldn't fuck around if a fight did come up and everything in his nature spoke to the fact that he would fight back no matter the witnesses.