Drake's honey colored eyes flashed dangerously when she looked into them. She dared to talk to him as though she was in no danger. She did have courage. He'd give her that, but she also had a complete lack of discipline that drove him mad. He may be able to salvage her though. He raised the knife to his face, holding it in front of his eye. Then, with a movement that was much faster than any normal man, he was right in front of the raven haired girl, his blade at her throat. The fact that she hadn't even moved yet was testament to just how fast he'd moved. It wasn't human, but.... Then again. Drake wasn't exactly human anymore either. He was far more than a mere human. His coat fluttered slightly in the breeze as did his hair. He glared at the girl from under a heavily knotted brow, searching her eyes for some trace of humility. If he found it he might be able to use her.<br/>"You call Mouse your boss. And yet you follow him from our meeting as though you're a spy. And you ask me if I'd kill you for curiosity? If you think you know who I am, then you know I've killed far more powerful people for far less that that. Now you will answer another question of mine. What kind of jobs does Mouse have you do for him? They can't be tracking. You're too obvious about it. What do you do in The Brotherhood?"<br/>Drake still heald the knife at her throat. It's blade perfectly still in his hand.