The sight of the horn was confusing as he didn't know what to expect. He knew angels had weapons but he doubted his little old self would warrant it. Certainly he hadn't intended on purely lying as omitting some things here and there. Unpleasant truths but Drake wasn't ashamed of his past by any means.<br/><br/>"Fine. Let's talk." He finally said with a sigh looking resigned he moved to sit on the floor pulling out a pillow as he crossed his legs. "Which fucked up part of my childhood do you want to start with? We have a lot to cover. A week might not be enough." Being cornered and forced was annoying but at least he wasn't being hostile like before assuming they were out to hurt him. Picking at the edge of his nail Drake spoke, "I'm sure you can look most of this up... I was born in the 1950s in a perfect slice of Americana." This put the vampire older than one would expect but not terribly old like some of the angels.<br/><br/>"To a mom who made a mistake in high school and a dad who was forced to make 'an honest woman out of her'. That was all fine and dandy till she started taking too much Valium and he working long hours and cheating. The house was chaos most of the time and often times they would be gone for days leaving me to fend for myself. When CPS finally arrived it was said I was underweight with a few open sores ringworm and mites." Drake shrugged like this was the less important part of the story. "at least it was said I was quite and we'll behaved but I can't remember much of that till the foster homes took it on from there." He looked to Reake as if daring him to pity him.