The whole explanation of how it worked had Drake breaking out in a suppressed laughter that he seemed to try and swallow, “Oh that’s just fucked up... sorry for your brother, I really am but I can’t deny I’m a little sad I didn’t get to see the bastard’s face when this was all dropped on him.” His lips stretched with a devious smile, “Can’t remember the last time I laughed and I appreciate you giving me a good chuckle.” He added with a sigh and finishing off his drink he took money out of his wallet to toss down enough to cover it. “Calling me an unresolved demon sounds harsh but I will take it. Either way he can rot in Hell for all I care. I’m not in the business of charity and good deeds. My soul is too bloodstained to ever be saved. Sorry. I can’t help you.” He had relaxed a fraction with the drink in his system easing a touch but still vigilant.<br/><br/>“Pat his head and tell him it wasn’t his fault. Fuck if I care, I’m not needed there to babysit his moody ass.” The thought seemed beyond amusing to the vampire now that he knew he wasn’t in trouble with Reake for something, “Are you sure your brother is not being punished? Because if he strapped them together for eternity either he’s got some bad sins, or it seems someone is capable of making mistakes after all.” Drake never got the blind loyalty thing, even when had followed people’s orders for years he always made sure that he kept his thoughts his own so when time came to make the judgement call he needed he wasn’t too brainwashed to save himself. Maybe it came from his childhood of trust issues, who knew, but it wasn’t in him to understand being a servant like that.