The poor angel was rather shaken by the whole experience but he seemed to have strengthened his resolve as he nodded without a word moving to light the place up. He didn't have he magic to do it so he had to resort to simply spilling some of the household chemicals the man had and lighting match as they headed out the window. Though as he moved to actually light the fire his hand started to shake thinking about the fire and how all consuming it was. He couldn't control these things like his biological father could and it could have very well burned him if he lost focus on a shield. In the end he couldn't even do it as visions of smoke clouded his vision and all he could see was Sampson trugging through the flames to come save him. The strength of the flashback actually took his breath away as he simply didn't have it in him to start a fire when he knew people like Sam risked their lives trying to put them out.<br/><br/>He looked at Jas with a bit of dispair before he spoke, "If you want to burn it down then it's on you. I won't." he didn't know if he even could but he didn't want Jas to see him as crippled and needing to be safe guarded after all he had taken care of himself for so long and he knew he was stronger than this and didn't need the codling. He moved to the window able to tell that Jas looked to be pulling out all the stops to track their little wayward vampire. He wasn't done causing them problems though as it appeared Drake was on the hunt himself and Jas could even sense that something was wrong. He would taste the blood on his lips that wasn't his own or Drake's for that matter but something of the supernatural. It seemed Drake had no moral qualms disposing of his 'own kind' in this state was rapidly working to put a target on his back from the local coven. He wasn't far by supernatural standards, within the city limit but the sense would feel flickering and fleeting at times.