The threat of a gun had the man raising a brow but he looked slightly amused by the prospect as he cracked another nut popping it into his mouth. “You can shoot me but it’s really not worth the blood and the bullet holes in this nice…” he looked around the place trying to evaluate where he was, “condo.” He said straightening himself as his eyes met Ryah’s. “I’m Kane, and my guess is for the fuck you are is… Drake’s new fuck boy.” He quirked his lips with a shake of the head, “Didn’t mean to drop in here but travel tends be a little unpredictable for me. Sorry about that.” he didn’t seem all that bothered.<br/><br/>Had Ryah decided to shoot him to prove his point the bullets would have gone and ripped through his flesh blood and all and Kane would be annoyed but it wouldn’t slow him down by any means. Silver did nothing for him and even a headshot did nothing but make a mess of blood and anything else but his wounded tended to heal over with a bit of a sizzling sound at most. “I’m interested in finding Drake if you haven’t gathered. I do strongly suspect he wouldn’t be happy to see me though.” Kane admitted thoughtfully.<br/><br/>The man watched Ryah as if sizing him up. “And if you’re going to deny being his fuckboi I wouldn’t bother since I can smell him all over you from here.” He pointed out once more reminding the other of the previous night and it was clear Kane knew and didn’t seem all too bothered with it as if he wasn’t surprised that Drake was sleeping around and that they weren’t exactly boyfriends.