Drake could tell that Ryah was panicking but he personally couldn't find the energy to muster up being scared. He turned the thought over in his head and while the idea of panic had its appeal he couldn't connect with it since his life was felt like this, one disaster after another so this just mean it was returning to the regular pace of things where as before he had his life on hold. He watched Ryah go and bolt the door out of comfort and chose not to comment even if they both knew it was a pointless thing to do.<br/><br/>He wanted to utter some words of comfort but he wasn't sure he could promise or really mean that everything would work out because in his life people died or got mangled all the time. "You know I'm not going anywhere right? It's going to take a more than an old vampire flaunting his stuff to be truly scary." Maybe he was insane to think so because it just been pure luck he had lived as long as he did. When Ryah sat down and offered his wrist with no resistance it was all too tempting and he knew he had to eat before he made himself even more sick.<br/><br/>Finding himself on the couch before he even realized what he was doing he bit into the offered appendage lips touching the warm skin and it felt like taking a hot drink on a freezing day into his body as it felt like the blood warmed him in every corner of his body. He couldn't help but moan as Ryah's blood tasted good and he wondered if part of the reason Phin wanted Charlie back was hers might taste a fraction like this, not that he thought he would have the chance to find out. He wasn't going to take too much and make Ryah sick as he tried to pace himself but he had been running on low for a bit so it wasn't going to be a quick process.