Andrew and Drake watched things unfold in front of them, Drake's expression didn't really change while Andrew's eyebrows just raised before settling.
As the female left, Drake relaxed and sighed.
"Why are you such a fucking asshole." He uttered towards Andrew. Andrew paused and looked at Drake horrified.
"What do you mean?" Andrew asked, pouting.
"This is a Serious mission." Drake uttered, gripping the bridge of his nose, "As much as I appreciate Rebecca calling you in to help, you have to [i]realize[/i] this is not just fun and games."

Andrew grumbled before he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
"There's more of a reason why I'm here." He started, "The Council of Beasts... Don't trust you."
"Of course they fucking don't." Drake rumbled. "Let me guess, they're dwelling in the past?"
Andrew nodded, "Of course. They still think you're incredibly dangerous."
"Which I am" Drake interrupted before Andrew continued.
"But they sent me because they know I'm the only one who can get to you when your instincts get in. But not only that but the whole shit show that was the GreyFall Massacre."
Drake rolled his eyes but nodded.

"Right." he started, "So they have you here so you can keep an eye on me while helping out along the way?"
Andrew nodded once. Drake sighed, furrowing his brow more before he relaxed.
"You have to sincerely apologize to Alister." Drake started, "And get rid of those fucking clothes."
"Oh the clothes are just an illusion." Andrew said before the amour seemed to just seep away, revealing a black hoodie and silver trackpants.