Ryah sucked in a slow, even breath. There's always that initial burst of sharp pain from the fangs sinking into his wrist but then it mellowed out and started feeling good. The brunet didn't know what it was but every time they touched, every time Drake got close to him, an electric little shiver took over his body. Ryah didn't know if it was because of Drake himself or if that was a natural thing that all vampires could do. He didn't even realize when his eyes slid shut of their own accord.<br/><br/>"What Kane said earlier..." He brought up carefully, biting down on his lower lip.<i>A little hunter in lust with a vampire. </i>Ryah kept his eyes averted. He didn't really know what to say, if he were being honest with himself. It was just so much easier to blame it on getting caught up in the moment, to blame it on the alcohol, even if...if it had been the most incredible experience he'd ever had. "If you just want to forget about it, about...you know..." He trailed off, a little embarrassed. God, why was it so hard to talk about this? "I'm fine with whatever you decide."<br/><br/>He hesitated. "I<i>am</i>sorry though. For dragging you into this fucked up mess. I shouldn't have..." He shouldn't have bothered Drake. Hindsight, of course, was ever 20/20 but he had the feeling that if he hadn't gotten Drake's help, both he and Charlie would be dead. "If I end up getting you killed..." The hunter didn't know why, but just the thought of Drake getting hurt didn't sit well with him.