Abbaddon nods in agreement at rhe statement as it was entirely rude if him ti be speaking of his husband's eventual death. It was probably an long ways off anyway. "Let's go to bed." He offers, and takes Kane by the hand. Maybe he could get the demon to cuddle with him tonight. It was worth the effort to try.<br/><br/>~°~°~<br/><br/>The next day, Reake shows up in London. It hadn't taken him too long to find Drake now that he knew what he was looking for. A brief conversation with the watchers put him in the right spot. According to them a man fitting Drake's decription, vampire in nature, was seen entering and exiting this bar frequently, as well as two other spots around the city, what he assumed was the man's home, and a hospital he worked at. Teake watched the bar and waited until Drake entered before following him.<br/><br/>The cheery angel ordered two beers and brought one over, have g a seat at Drake's table and sliding one over to him. "Hi there! My name is Reake!" He says cheerily. He has no doubt the man will at the very least know what he is, maybe who as well. "You are Drake aren't you?" He asks. He puts on as nonthreating an appearance as possible, which in His case made him look as dangerous as a fluffy bunny.