In a way, Drake could appreciate the past him in some way. He could relate though despite his combative start he didn't like to devolve into an outright confrontation. There were so many other ways that you could twist a situation while still being in control. He listened carefully looking over the canvas and shrugged not seeming to be bothered, "It's fine. I'm over it." He wasn't going to escape every angel getting all weepy over a dead girl and avoid the association he just chose to reject it internally. He was not her but that didn't mean he couldn't use this to his advantage and it was important to know the lay of the land of what you are walking in on. It had become clear the Gabe had taken his inventory and found his normal personality lacking so modifications had to be made if he wanted to avoid more of the sickness. No problem.<br/><br/>For better or for worse Drake had always been a bit of an actor, Kane would sometimes call him a con artist and he supposed he saw that as well but how else was one to survive in this harsh world? Playing the part of whatever was needed didn't pose a challenge to him, unlike Kane who was a pretty terrible liar, Drake committed to any role and if that needed to be 'compliant soulmate' then so be it. "It's a beautiful picture, I take you painted it?" He offered a smile still on his lips, "I think it might be hard to be scared of you if that's what expected though, anyone knows that someone who can make something beautiful and expressive like that isn't a bad twisted soul." Drake even meant those words and the vampire hadn't shown fear of Ab since he got here. Well, then again he had been a touch focused on Kane controlling his every move so there had been no time. Speaking off...<br/><br/>The demon stood in the doorway on the bathroom glancing down at Drake, "Feeling better I see." He remarked moving over to Ab's side he leaned over to place a kiss on his cheek as he could see how emotional the other was being. "It's time to get some rest and try again in the morning."