Ryah bristled, fighting back a scowl. "Hey, it's not like I enjoy the thought of being a target for every single damned vampire in town here either. I just want to take care of my business, take back what's mine and go home," he said, his words tinged with the slightest hint of anger. The only reason he held back was because he knew none of this was Drake's fault, and taking out on the other would hardly have been fair. Not to mention, the guy had saved his ass once already.<br/><br/>It was easier to focus on the anger anyways, rather than how high up they were, and the space between the roofs that they had to jump. Sure, Ryah most likely could make the jump; he trained and took care of himself, and was fit enough for most athletic activities but heights had always given him a problem.<br/><br/>He watched the vampire make the leap with ease, and stared across the space between them, hesitation clear on his face. Part of him wanted to ask if there was an easier way to do this, but the rest of him refused to show such weakness. He dug his nails into his palm, feelings of trepidation and unease pooling in his belly before gathering up his courage. It wouldn't do to show weakness in front of Drake. Holding his breath, he took a few steps back and made the leap, refusing to look down.<br/><br/>They climbed down the fire escape, where they had to make a decidedly unpleasant drop. As he followed the brunet to his apartment, Ryah glanced away, gaze lost in the middle distance. "I appreciate all you're doing for me and I'll be out of your hair as soon as possible," he promised. And if he were lucky, he could find Phin soon and dispatch of him too. It would probably help Drake out, having one less vampire leader around.<br/><br/>They entered the building, and he was grateful for the warmth rust enveloped him. Ryah wondered what the apartment would look like. Would it be all black curtains and gloomy Gothicness? Surely there was no way Drake slept in a coffin, right?