If there was absolutely anything Drake could have said to kill the mood, well that was it. Mentioning his wife sucked all the lust out of the air and hit Gabe like a punch to the gut. He felt hollowed out. "It's alright... it was a long time ago. That didn't mean it was completely healed though. It never would. It would always hurt and he knew that. Like a mended limb that ached in the cold, tolerable but never the same.<br/><br/>Quite suddenly he found the submissive behavior unappealing and he quickly got to his feet, stepping away from Drake, limp. He folded his robes around himself and tied them in place, covering his body from the vampire's view. "What I really want is you to stop pretending to be what your aren't Drake. It makes it near impossible to get to know the real you. My soulmate." He says. When his appearance is righted he turns back to Drake. "Come, you need your medication." He says.<br/><br/>~°=°~<br/><br/>Abbaddon lights up like he remembered something when Kane mentioned who knew what. He did have some questions about his husband's supposed immortality. Kane said that was how he knew Michael was an imposter. There were so many things to ask about it, that he had trouble picking one to start and just blurted.<br/><br/>"Like... Why are you immortal Kane? How immortal are you? Is there a limit? Do you die and come back like a zombie? Have you met Uriel before? Is he mad at you? Does dying hurt you?" He stops himself before he completely overwhelms his husband, but curiosity mixed with worry is a potent combination of emotion for the hunter. Learning he need not worry wuite so much about his husband was nice, but he needed to investigate it to make sure it was as sound as it seemed to be.