Drakari always enjoyed the way his mind would relax, the way the memories that haunted his every waking breath would ease to a dull barely audible reminder of the pain and horror he felt. The darkness that tormented his every waking moment. The voices that never stopped reminding him of his failures. His shortcoming. The darkness that never knew any reprieve even in his dreams it haunted him and tormented him to the point he felt it would drive him insane. His head was pleasantly fuzzy now. The alcohol burning away the darkness to a receding shadow.<br/><br/>He regarded the empty bottle as he considered requesting another. His requests were entirely wrong of course. However, gazing at it he realized he was already wasted and he knew if he kept drinking he'd eventually drink himself into oblivion and that would be dangerous. Not just for him, but for her as well. As of this point he was just perfectly drunk. He let the bottle go and nodded to her request for water,<span style="color: #00BF00">"yes,"</span>he said simply. He didn't want to speak. He simply craved more alcohol. His own thoughts were still hidden behind his cold deadly demeanour, but there were cracks growing and he couldn't afford for those to spread and reveal the inside. He couldn't afford that level of stupidity after all.<br/><br/>He watched her looking up from the empty bottle as he'd made his decision to not continue drinking the stuff. He watched her and noticed how deep in thought she was. A faint smile was all that hinted at the fact he took that opportunity to look over her and admire the beauty of her figure. His eyes scanned her without giving away the fact he was checking her out. Only the small smile curving his features hinted at this. The expression at odds with the cold aloof deadly withdrawn nature of his posture and facial expression.<br/><br/>He regarded her as she replied<span style="font-style: italic">Or someone</span>to his statement of the women's fear. He shook his head,<span style="color: #00BF00">"no it isn't a person or a creature of the supernatural stage she fears. It is definitely something. It's materialistic. She has expanded far too many resources to acquire an artifact of great value without revealing what this is,"</span>he said in a steady voice, his gaze meeting hers. He knew deep down her words were also meant for him. He was a take of lives, an assassin, he was used to hearing this. Used to being hated for that fact. It was such an old and worn out feeling he didn't even care or react to it anymore. There was no point. Really it was just all water under the bridge. He killed for a living. It's what and who he was and he didn't hide it, so why bother defending himself. He didn't even care enough to try. He just brushed the statement aside.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"The goal is simple, the artifact she seeks she wants and doesn't care how many die to get it. Your family is connected tot he artifact somehow and that's why she cannot allow any of you to live, your a  threat to her goal."</span>He meant more than simply acquiring the artifact. whatever the hell it was. He meant her future goal that went beyond just simply getting her hands on it. He fell completely silent as she went on and began to explain about her father's research. His eyes narrowed as his mind began putting the facts together. He waited for her to finish. There were a few key things he could address that would shed some light, but it wouldn't make things clear only clearer. His research had been extensive. He knew who 'they' were.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"They are called The Deablay it's an underground organization within the supernatural realm that specializes in doomsday technology. So far they have been hunted almost to extinction and only number on the scale of a dozen or so. However, those dozen are the oldest and deadliest vampires that run through the underworld. They hold a lot of political power in the courts. If your father was doing 'dangerous secretive research your family feared they would discover' its a safe bet that they are The Deablay."</span>Drakari began to explain as always being curt and straight to the point,<span style="color: #00BF00">"Getting into anything isn't a problem, it's one of my specialties,"</span>he added. It was after all what made him so good as an assassin, outside of his stealth and the brutality with which he could commit murder, there wasn't a lock made he couldn't break.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"That being said, I can get us in, but his research is meaningless to me, you'll have to be the one to tell me what the hell it's all about,"</span>he admitted with a resigned tone. He hated admitting weakness, but she needed to know. He wasn't about to go blindly forwards. If she couldn't trust him he wanted to know now. He was almost shocked by his own thoughts. How could he ask trust when they had literally just met? And yet he trusted her. Almost implicitly this screamed at him through his drunken haze mind. He trusted someone and a woman no less. He wondered at that. He didn't have time to deal with it.<br/><br/>He laughed,<span style="color: #00BF00">"We've moved beyond that now, your death isn't my desire,"</span><span style="font-style: italic">you naked in my arms is,</span>he thought but didn't speak it. He just regarded her wondering if she would take well to  his advances on this again. He leaned back against the counter making it plain that he wasn't leaving. He had no intention of going anywhere. Unless it was to her bedroom where they were both naked. Yah ok his mind was in the gutter at this point, but why not. She appealed to him and it had been so long since anyone but himself had touched him.