Drake hadn’t even expected the night before to come up. Ryah had been so skittish and willing to avoid it he figured they would just forgot it... until the next time... maybe. He couldn’t deny he wanted it, but lusting over a guy so deep in denial rarely ended well. He retracted his fang to lick at the wound and seal it just as pulled away licking his lips and the last of the delicious flavor still on his tongue. He still thought the process to be a bit gross but he couldn’t deny it tasted so good to him now. Not that every person did... but Ryah had a distinct flavor.<br/><br/>“If I get killed then it was my time. I have been living on borrowed time anyways.” He said without batting an eye at the prospect. He hadn’t been scared of dying before so why would he be now? It didn’t mean he didn’t want to live but his life had always been one big gamble after another. People like him didn’t get to retire and live a quiet life in the country... there was always some part of their past hunting them down and that made it all the more tempting for him not to bring up their night together. It was better for Ryah they didn’t... less complicated. So when Ryah’s family gets tired of playing night or realized just who their son was hosting and try to remove him it would be less painful.<br/><br/>Now the comment about what Kane said was more interesting as he tilted his head wondering what he was referring to as he didn’t make the connection right away. “He said a lot of things. I can’t deny most of them sadly... I... I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” He admitted with some reluctance. “You can ask them you know.” Though a part of Drake felt like Ryah didn’t want to know, “It might be important since Kane will be back. I think him and his lover had another spat, but that’s demons for you. Eden isn’t exactly a field of roses to be with either but very dynamic in bed, I will give him that.”