Jasaiah took great pleasure in making the man suffer. Not just for Drake, but for all the lost children that, instead of earning a life of their own, had instead been mentally reconditioned into hit men, or god new what else. Had Drake been conditioned to be a whore? Or was that just a side effect of the life he'd been exposed to? He didn't ask the doctor that. To the kitsune, it would be a betrayal of trust. "Indeed. Your existence is torture enough. But I thank you for your knowledge." He smiled, and it was grim, full of dark promises. Grabbing the man by the throat, he held him up with one hand and took great joy in the man's screams as he ripped his life from him. No mercy. No healing him this time. Jasaiah had gained enough information from him, and he felt there was no further reason that Dr. Longsworth should remain on this good green earth.<br/><br/>The man's remains were nothing but a pile of ash. He brushed his hands off and turned towards Ryan, looking as young as he had at first. He slipped the charm back over his head, shielding his appearance. "I do not believe we should burn this place to the ground, in case Drake ever wishes to return. I hope he did not come here to seek answers, though I will write down all the good doctor told us for Drake's use." He took a slow breath, then turned towards the trail marks. Without saying another word, Jasaiah followed the footprints, before they disappeared out a window and onto the street. Drake had discovered vampiric speed, which would benefit him. He couldn't move as quick as Jasaiah, but quicker than human eyes could detect.<br/><br/>Jasaiah murmured another incantation and the glowing footprints faded to nothing. He put his thumb to his canine and nicked it, drawing blood for the pouch at his side that had oddly dried. "Where are you Drake? I will not stop searching for you," he whispered. If they'd bonded strongly, it was possible at this distance that Drake could hear the words.