Drake looked the woman up and down, attempting to maintain his drunken appearance, the sweat covering her was to be expected, she was a runner that was running after all, as was her increased heart rate, though a woman running at night, alone, especially with the messiness some of the other mysicals had been creating lately, was either not very wise or fully capable of handling herself, Drake assumed, from the smell of paladin that came wafting off of her like bag of chips opened inside a car during a rainstorm, as well as the strength he could see in her arms that the latter was in fact the case. He also noticed, as she stopped, that the little light on her phone had caused it to come alive, so either she thought that talking to drunken men on the street was more important that answering a text message, OR she had some sort of app that encouraged her to keep running, Drake stored that small tidbit away for later. Her hostile tone wasn't all that surprising considering the way it must look, a drunk man in, an admittedly impeccable, suit, looking disheveled and holding onto the edge of a bench for dear life, looking, somewhat analytically, at what was probably considered an attractive, by human standards, woman, running by, but her actions and words were interesting, he hadn't said anything, and yet she had stopped in front of him, he pondered that as he answered, cracking a smirk as he did so "You stopped in front of me, remember? if anything I should be asking that of you." Drake answered politely after a moment, adding a small bit of slur to his words, he liked to keep up appearances, especially around new people, especially around new people who smelled of human.