By the time they got wrapped up Drake was dressed and waiting on his knees in the bathroom Kane ordered him to the living room offering a pillow kneel on and gave him his wrist to feed. Drake was thankful for all of it conducting himself like the perfect submissive and Kane was hoping to keep him in that state as long as possible. He had never met Gabriel even though he had heard about him and he wondered what to expect considering the angels he had met so far. Maybe they had just missed each other at the mixer or something...<br/><br/>He waited in the living room with Drake kneeling and not speaking eyes downcast with his arms crossed behind his back in the perfect we'll practiced posture. Kane was considering either tying him up or ordering him to play as a footstool or something just to ground him further but he would hold off still he had more of a plan from the man that said to be able to hunt down anyone. He didn't bother asking Drake about who it might be just in case in broke him out of the submissive haze that at least kept him here and trusting Kane to lead him. The focus he could have in this state was uncanny because he didn't react to Abbaddon or anyone else entering the scene unless Kane gave the order and told him he could look or speak freely. Right now those privliages needed to be earned and he offered one more affectionate stroke to his hair petting him to let Drake know he was pleased. "any luck?" He asked Abbaddon hoping they would get help soon for this affliction