Drake half wondered if he should try and explain just how painfully bad he was and the fact that he spent his adult life mostly eating out of cans or take out but decided that would look pathetic. Well, sometimes Kane would cook for him so that worked out for the better. He still didn’t understand how a man whose mouth should be an ashtray had any sense of taste left what so ever. Still he supposed he could manage a knife and to chop things but staying away from all else would be wise.<br/><br/>Kane listened to took in the advice knowing that he was out of his element here but no less sure they would get the task done. He wanted to bring back the man’s head for Michael if he could, of course a little gruesome but it felt right. Looking over the dwelling he tried to tune into his senses, feeling the mingling and fluttering of soul energy he was on his guard his hands on his guns and ready to fight or shoot. He hoped most would have half a mind to stay away as he braced for the attack he was sure was coming. If the other had a problem with blood, letting a demon to heaven would be worse. “Use me as bait then, go, maybe it will lure him out.” Urging Ab to hide in the softest half voice knowing on his own the other figured he might have a chance though he wondered how much being an angel of sound meant that he could catch even those faint words.