"Spoken so eloquently." Drake let his form shift back and sighed heavily. "I've decided I have a.. bigger problem than you and your girlfriend for the moment."
Not that he didn't want them dead. But at the moment just the thought of someone else made him positively ill. "Seems we share a common enemy. And while I hate you, I hate Danica just a bit more. At least what you're doing is.. noble to your race. She gives my kind a bad name. Of course, you would know that better than anyone."
Drake began to walk. "If I wanted to kill you right now, you'd already be dead. I think you know that too. Danica needs to be taken down. Or at least knocked off her high horse." He wasn't foolish enough to think this erased anything between the two of them at all.