The location was moderately difficult to get to, not one that would be easy for imps or anyone else to spy on. The two of them might even bump into each other on the way there. There was a seal carved into the stone overhang beneath which they met that would allow no one to spy on them by other means. Whoever this was, they wanted privacy. It would soon become apparent why.<br/><br/>Zadriel, one of the lesser ranked members of the angelic council emerges from the shadows as they both arrive. A watcher, part of the reaper alliance, he was one of the few angels with access to hell. After all, dark souls needed to be brought here when they passed. "I am glad you could come. I have an offer for the two of you from the council that I think you will like." He says.<br/><br/>~°~°~<br/><br/>Gabe sighs as his eyes grow a bit more sad. No, Drake really didn't understand. "Requiring it would make it rather pointless." He kisses Drake's forehead again. "You trust me with your body, not your heart. Sort of ironic since I can't really give you the physical relief you crave so much until you can give me your heart." He shakes his head, moving away as he rubs his face.<br/><br/>Where was he fucking this up? Maybe he should just do what Drake wanted of him. "Yes of course. I'll... take the edge off." He says. He has a seat on the bed and pats his lap to invite Drake over. Something was a bit off with the angel though.