Ryah was surprised at the offer, to say the least. After what had happened between them, which he was still a little confused about--how had they ended up in bed together, though the lack of space and a second bed told volumes-- he didn't want to believe Drake was capable of sexual assault, not after how the vampire had helped him out the night before, at the risk of his own life.<br/><br/>They had both been asleep; he could chalk it up to a sleepy mistake, couldn't he? At the very least, he was willing to pretend it had never happened... Even if it had felt amazing. Not that Ryah was gay. A mouth was a mouth, he told himself, and he'd been asleep.<br/><br/>He hesitated; Drake wasn't wrong. The city wasn't exactly a sleepy little hamlet, and the vampire had proven to be a pretty big help so far. Could he really afford to turn this down? "There was a couple of other bars, I was hoping to check out. Just O'Doulin's had been my best bet, even if my information hadn't been helpful as I'd hoped. I won't turn down any help but I thought you didn't exactly run in those kind of circles?"