There was still an element of Drake not accepting when he needed to feed or how much, nor the danger he could pose to people when he lost control. He was still sure he could overcome anything with enough sheer force of will. Not that it was an issue at this moment as he had fed not too long ago and he still craved the taste of coffee. They were seated and he ordered before he got the question for Jas about what he intended to do. "I had never thought about it." he admitted thoughtfully after a moment. "I thought I had settled down in New York." he looked down at the table, "But I guess I was doing nothing but trying to escape that with drinking and now that might be harder to do." he didn't want his life to spiral and he didn't want to feel like he was going to hurt people when he entered his blood lust which he had to face was as unavoidable as his personalities getting worse. "I also didn't think we would get... attached." he admitted glance back to Jas just as the coffee arrived.<br/><br/>"So I thought I would be going back. I don't know, I guess it sounds bad to say I didn't think much of the future because I never expected to really have one. It might just get ripped from me at any moment." just because he had been turned didn't mean he wasn't immune to being killed so that could still be a reality for someone seeking revenge. There was a chance Dimitri had friends looking to take a shot at them or anyone else that Drake might feel threatened by him now that he wasn't human, there had been a safety for some knowing that he was in hiding, drinking himself to death, and on a shorter life span but it wasn't hard to bruise and jostle the supernatural ego so there was a high chance someone would come out of the wood work.