Drake's eyes softened as he looked at the worried woman and heard her apologize, to him she seemed so frail, so tiny, and yet to others she must be a paragon of feminine strength, and indeed, he could practically smell her devotion to herself and her goals, even if it was tempered by the burnt smell of do-nothingness. He decided that he should stop messing with her, besides, it was getting early, and he should get himself home before the night ended. It was then that he noticed the scowl on her deepen, and a very slight, practically invisible momentary shaking, the telltale signs of something inside her warning her, he wondered for a moment if perhaps it was warning her of him, though surely not, he would have seen these signs earlier were they going to do that, more likely they were a delayed warning of the Wendigo, or of something more foul that was occuring, it was then that Drake's tail shivered and tightened, this feeling is the dragon equivalent of a very minor charley horse. This kind of thing only happened once every while, and occured when something very bad was about to happen, straightening his leg in human form, Drake laid it over the bench until the muscles in his tail and leg relaxed, he worried that these were becoming increasingly common lately. Then, sitting up, and actually stand up as well, making sure to add a goofy smile to his face, an unsteady sway to his stance and to slur his words once again, he turned to the woman "Would you mind walking me home? One never knows the kind of riff raff one will meet on a night like this, and frankly I'm a drunk little" Drake added a belch for good measure as he gestured in the direction of his home, the opposite direction from which she had come, and the Wendigo had gone. If she agreed, and Drake was confident, though not certain, that she would, then the wendigo would be able to have a second late night snack (as wendigo's are known to do), and get home without running into her again, the collision of which would almost definitely violence, and the Idea of violence on his anniversary was abhorrent to him, especially if he could have prevented it.