For a second, it looks as if he might grab Raven by the shoulder and throw him out the door. "Funny you should say that. I didn't think you'd manipulate me."

But... ugh. God. Fuck. He presses his hands to his face. He cannot do this. Blood will tell. Blood always tells. He shudders behind his hands.

"What exactly has he done for me, that I should so much as lift a finger for him?" Still, he doesn't tell Raven exactly what Drake said.