Gabe follows Drake's movement as he pokes at the food on his plate. He is sure the man's mixed feelings are messing with his appetite. How to fix that? Simple really, get his mind off of it. "Well it's to bad you are so low energy. You look entirely fuckable right now. I mean you were gorgeous before, but that pure raven hair of yours is just begging to be pulled." He says without changing his tone at all. Hopefully getting the blood flowing will make Drake consider replenishing his energy stores. He really does want to explore all the changes to his lover's body.<br/><br/>~°~°~<br/><br/>Abbaddon slowly made his way to the bathroom and peeled his now bloodied shirt off. He sat on the edge of the sink and poured water over the tender flesh before using a towel to pat it dry as best he could. He threw a fine white powder over his back. It would mask the smell a bit and help the blood to clot. He's not eating so he's not healing. He wishes he could tend it properly but he just can't reach. Possibly the only downside to his broad, muscular chest.