"Well, you don't have much of a choice in me helping you because otherwise I'm just cooped up here bored and waiting for an interview." Drake might have gotten good at playing at being a loner but he always thrived when he had a partner to do stuff. The social isolation had been a recent habit and one he was quickly coming to realize wasn't serving him well. Having someone around, no matter how reluctant, felt like he could breathe a little bit easier again instead of looking at the large looming prospect of his vampire life in hiding.<br/><br/>Tapping his lips in thought he couldn't help the almost wicked smirk that cut across his face, "Does that mean I get to give you a makeover? Oh please tell me I can..." He said his voice sounding beyond delighted at the prospect as he was already picturing a more grungy look for Ryah is the all American type wasn't the bait that the vampire wanted. Oh... there were so many options. "Maybe we do need the booty shorts after all. I'm happy to be your wingman for this." A small part of Drake did have the thought that maybe he could get laid while he was at it. Maybe a quickie... it couldn't hurt. After his long diet of no-sex was broken by getting his mouth on Phin's and Ryah's cock he had to admit he was having a hard time not thinking about it.<br/><br/>That and he kept having the vague memory of how delightful Ryah looked all under him and begging as he had his tongue across his chest but that was all sorts of a mixed up memory turned wet dream. He knew better than to fess up to these things to the still seemingly straight hunter though.