The mention of dear Michael did perk his ears and earned a deeper frown from Drake but he just sat there hearing about the people he had felt he had left in his past life. As Reake started to unwrap the story of what went down the angel could see his eyes going from skeptic to downright wide like saucers. Finally he picked up the drink chugging about half of it in one go like a fish drinking water before he put it down shaking his head. "That's one fucked up sense of humor you folks have." His accent dropped to something without any region as he couldn't hide his shock at this turn of events.<br/><br/>"As far fixing Kane and his 'demons' I wish you the best of luck because I don't think I will be able to help. That bridge his good and burned." He figured there was no more beating around the bush, he wondered how his name came up out of nowhere and it made him a little curious but an angel digging through his history wasn’t too shocking. Kane and him went all the way back and had a lot of baggage. “I’m sorry your brother was picked to be with that asshole but all the same I’m not a soothing balm to his soul. I also don’t want him up my asshole if I show my face around Iris and Ryan again.” He was not convinced this was a great idea and he watched Reake still studying him. “There has to be a way to annul things long term, when they don’t work out.” He remarked, not even saying if but when.