The kiss made Drake's mind go fuzzy. He also felt weak especially in the knees. He couldn't tell why but he felt like making dinner, even though he had no experience as a chief and liked all his meat raw anyway. His hand sort of forgot about the wine glass and just let it fall from his hand and smash on the floor. He started walking off to the kitchen where he would find something to feed her. He wasn't sure what she would want to eat so he just threw what looked good on a place. There was a pile of sliced ham, some grapes, and a lemon which he had a tendency to eat rind and all.<br/><br/>Once he had set all the things neatly on a place and finished preparing her dinner he came to his senses. It all came to him what was happening. That bitch was a fucking demon and was going to pay. But he would need to bide his time. Demons were a tricky bunch and could swim in fire and acid. His two main forms of attack. He put on a nice smile and walked back out with his tray of food. Doing his best to still look like a love sick puppy under her spell.<br/><br/>(Bluff 33)