Drake just sighed once more as he came up against the limitations of what angels could understand. “It’s your understanding or what ‘good’ and ‘right’ is. That doesn’t mean it’s what humans want or choose to accept. The freedom of choice is vital even if it’s not how you see the world being perfect.” He doubted that Reake would be able to understand what he meant by all that but he chose to let it go for the time being. Getting through to an angel wasn’t the goal here, curing his blood needs was. Drake was certainly not above using Reake’s love and willingness to help cure his handicaps if the man was so willing. The contract and sealed and signed and seemed to vanish into thin air. It was a small bit of magic but it could be called upon if needed.<br/><br/>Getting up from the table Drake had to smirk at the angel talking to him about humans. “You treat me like I wasn’t one of them for a long time. I venture to say I know more about the human world than you might.” After all the vampire also chose to hide amongst them the whole time, even as he replied his accept slipped back into the local dialect as he tossed down a tip for the beer figuring he might not see this place for a long time, if ever, again. Everything was mobile and temporary for him and he was a citizen of the world. “I’m alright for now. I have a few more hours before I need it again. Human blood lasts me about a day, I haven’t tried enough angelic to know how long the staying power is.” Of course the stronger the blood the longer it fueled him but they weren’t going to get into that detailed discussion right now. “So what exactly is your plan anyways?”