Blane's head was pounding. He felt himself...lifted by possibly more than one person. He needed to wake yet that dark vortex of swirling shadows maintained its iron grasp upon his mind. He felt a set of eyes staring down at him. He hurt and that throbbing pain was starting to become stronger. More pronounced. Which meant his mind was fighting to rid itself of the shadowy iron grasp. And a groan escapes his lips. The soft sound emitted indicating he was waking. "Uhn..." it echoes in his silky smooth, sexy, and foreign tone. Naturally sensual sounding. He was indeed a real die hardcore bad boy. With a hidden secret. Of his legal occupation. He was undercover. Incognito while being in plain view. Yet anyone who knew of him...would instantly know who he was. Which meant the woman most likely only knew him as victum of the limo she was in. He finally gets free of that iron grasp keeping him from reality.<br/><br/>"Uhn...ow..." he groans out. Shifting as his eyes slowly flutter open. It was straight out of one of those anime movies. Eyelashes full and long. Dark as midnight yet fit his features perfectly. Pale blue eyes staring up at the roof of the limo. Vacantly til he fully rejoined the land of the living. He scans his surroundings. His head throbbing. He tries remembering himself. "Where...am I?" he asks. Looking at the drop dead sexy woman whose lap his head was laying in. "Huh? Did I die? I thought angels had wings...wow...really was wrong on that account." he says outloud. Clearly still in a semi-daze. "Who are you? For that matter..." he pauses and frowns. "...who am I really? I have a name and an age...the rest is total blankness."