Drake was a bit at a loss with what to do with the fumbling human and the question came so out of nowhere it almost threw him off. It made him pause as he spoke, "well... Everyone gets slightly different abilities after they are turned. I have heard some can but very few. It's not common." He admitted pausing and mulling over why the other would ask. Right now he didn't have the time to deal with that as he moved in closer to Ryah.<br/><br/>"Hold still. Are you feeling like you are getting paralyzed?" He asked as he found the needle no problem with his vision picking up he spoke, "this might hurt otherwise." He didn't have any hesitation in putting the needle through the skin like an old practiced had at the craft. What his clothes hid was the littering of scars all along his own body. His hands were cool against the skin like any undead we're only able to absorbe some warmth not able to generate it. He worked fasf along the worst of it before leaning over his at least sealed up torso. "You might hate me for this but I'm doing it for the best." He extended his tongue and licked across the wounds using it as a disinfectent, numbing agent, and a way to help seal the wounds. It also didn't help that the blood tasted so good.<br/><br/>Not every human tasted the same and Ryah had a taste that Drake would quite appealing and deep. It sent a shiver through him trying to hold back taking in but he could feel his fangs were extended wanting a chance to feed. No no. The man needed the blood and it wasn't his to take. It would take sheer will power to drag himself away.