When it was mentioned that his brother was ‘rewarded’ with the gift of Kane, the vampire couldn’t help but snort at that idea. “Ah yes, truly riches worth keeping.” He just refrained from rolling his eyes but the angel seemed to want to persist. Drake knew that given enough time he would be able to get the divine being off his back, but the other seemed rather determined. Then the mention of compensation came up. While he had been about to tell the angel to stuff it as no money or riches in the world could pay him off, the very telling discussion of blood and his struggle to get it suddenly got his interest.<br/><br/>He hated how easy he was to bait with this info but it was a constant battle with his condition as he needed to feed daily. Blood packs tasted so stale and cold sometimes he would get desperate enough to feed on a coma patient but it was risky and they were pumped full of problem drugs that didn’t make for the best flavor. If he wanted to keep a low profile than any live volunteers were out of the question. Though supernatural blood did taste by far the best and satiated his need the longest. “Are you volunteering?” He asked with a quirked brow. This was getting interesting if the angel was this desperate to spend a favor on lowly old him.