His eyes narrowed, feeling more than a little prickly as the other male followed him out into the dark alley. Why did the vampire care so much? It wasn't like he had been any help the first time around. Ryah wondered if he'd had a sudden change of heart, though he really doubted it; all vampires were the same.<br/><br/>His hand casually rested at his hip, just a quick sleight of hand away from the hilt of his blade. He didn't trust the brunet. "If you can't help me find Phineas, then I see no point in telling you," he answered, his voice just a touch cool. He hesitated though, not wanting to burn his bridges. "But if you have any good information or a contact who does..."<br/><br/>Desperation did strange things to a person. Especially one running out of time.