Gage stopped walking, noticing there was no way he could get any closer to the man. Fuck, these creatures were so damn difficult! Sometimes he doubted the lifetimes of experience they had on them because this behavior was incredibly childish. “I can’t exactly leave you alone, mate,” Gage murmured hands up to show he meant no harm. This creature, on the other hand, was the dangerous one and like it or not, he’d have to do something about it. He only feared for what the man’s reaction would be if he called one of his peers; would he attack him? Gage needed to be back for dinner or Helen would worry. “She’s what? One of your people? I know, don’t worry and I trust her to take care of you. She’s kind enough.” It was true that he trusted Maeve but she was the most reasonable angel of them all.
"I know because I work for your people. Michael and I met a few years ago because I figured out something strange was going on and since that day, I’ve been working signing off the deaths of my people as something natural. I know how vamps just… lose control sometimes and I don’t like it, but it wouldn’t be the first time it happens," he sighed. He needed to try another way to convince him. "Look, I’m standing right here and you haven’t attacked me. I know you’re holding back, I can see you don’t want to hurt me so please, we need to do something about this. If you don’t let me help you, you’ll hurt someone else and you’ll end up feeling guilty and I’ll have to lie about the death of another human. Let me call someone or take my offer."
Rhys wasn't in the business of explaining blue blood affairs with mortals, whether they were affiliated with the fallen or not. However - he knew that control needed to be maintained right then, even more so as his veins screamed for sustenance. This lack of control - this was a new kind of pain - a new add on to the life he had been born into and in truth - Rys was not sure how to handle it besides to hide his secret and now that it was out ... ell that only left a liability. Though Asmodeus was indeed the Fallen Angel of Evil - he never desired people harm and quickly forced down the urge one more time, hoping for more succession than the last."I don't want to hurt anyone." he growled, backing off again, "I'm not with them ... I'm not one of them."
Knowing that the Clave was recruiting humans to do their dirty work did not come as a surprise to Rhys - in fact this sort of practice has been going on since the Fallen had put their feet on Earth's sandy ground."A patsy - "The bitterness was strong in his tone, fingertips burning as his body continued to crave. Again - he reminded himself that there was no desire to feed, just physical being craved the taste. He could push it down -- he had no other choice. "And whyd on't you reveal us for what we are? Hm?" Talking was doing its job in distracting the fallen though that didn't mean there wasn't an itch right below his skin. "I just need to get out of here - Nobody has to know."
