It wasn’t so much that the other thought Reake as weak it was more he couldn’t see how the man with such an outlook could understand him. He was well aware kindness was not a weakness but the angel came from a place of power and privilege to not have to fear and fight every day of his life. The comment of interesting had Drake tilting his head, “What qualifies as interesting?” He commented more curious than hostile for once, “As far as a good person I don’t think I qualify but I can certainly play at it for a time.” He didn’t think of himself as bad but circumstances had turned him into what he was and fate hadn’t given him much choice most of the time.<br/><br/>“As far as people’s suffering I’m not interested, I don’t know what that sunny angel has been telling you but it’s not a kink of mine.” He was far more into his own suffering and got off on pain in a way that some might consider unhealthy but it was such a rush and the high was something he had come to crave from mixing the pain and pleasure together. Not that he was going to turn Gabriel down if the man wasn’t going to do that, just as long as the other treated him like the whore he enjoyed being in these moments. “I don’t know what’s in my file, other than I’m probably going to Hell come judgement day, but I do what I do because I have to. It’s not pretty but not everyone gets that lucky in life.”