[Angels and Demons bar] Sleeping in

The hellhounds growling however, didn't cease and instead only picked up volume and aggression as it prolonged. He did however glance over at Samael as he was being scolded, ears back and a look of confusion on his face . The confusion was momentary and he was right back to growling at Samael's mother.

Though his instincts were much more in control, it seemed Samael's pleading did hit some sort of chord or another. The hound gave out something of a whine and backed up from both Samael and his mother. He shook his head as he did, almost as though he was trying to shake himself free of something. In his mind though, his human intellect was beginning to peak through the animal instinct and was trying to break through, leaving his body to react oddly to the mess of confusion in his mind. Human frustration, animal instinct to protect Samael and a whole cacophony of things contradicting each other.

It seemed as though his more predatory side won out when he gave an aggressive snarl and jumped off the bed like he was making a move to attack Samael's mother. Mid-air however, the hound's body seemingly disintegrated in a burst of fire, only to land as a pile of ash on the floor. From that pile of ash an arm emerged, then another and after came a head of messy black hair. Soon it became apparent that it was Draven, quite literally pulling himself together from the pile of ash as though he was crawling out of a hole, only the ash pile became smaller and smaller as more of him appeared until it had practically disappeared and there on the floor lay a very human Draven. A very human and nude Draven.

He gave a low groan, not moving from his spot of laying face first on the floor and mumbled something under his breath akin to 'I hate instincts'. After all, having shifted back in front of Samael's mother and winding up bare ass naked on the floor was enough, he didn't think she'd appreciate seeing anything more than a full moon in mid-morning.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Draven chuckled lightly at Samael's worry, gently cupping Samael's face in his hands and stopping him. "And I aint gonna get sick...in case ya didn't notice, my body temperature is higher than a normal humans." He smiled despite the fact that he was now completely nude considering the fact he most likely incinerated his clothing when he shifted the first time. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember when he even shifted but he supposed it was probably a good thing he completely ruined his clothing as it probably helped snuff the flames a bit so he only wound up charring the sheets instead of lighting the entire bed on fire.

"Guess I do have some explainin' to do though..." He trailed off in agreement to the last of what Samael said and with something of a sigh. It wasn't like he disliked or was ashamed of what he was but he wasn't sure how Samael would react to it. Though, now that he's basically experienced it himself, there was really no turning back .

"Come on." He finished with, removing his hands from Samael's face and instead grabbing one of his hands to pull toward the bed.

Draven gave a light laugh at Samael's words, finding them somehow amusing despite the situation. He easily allowed Samael to move in closer and get comfortable however he wanted, having pulled a bit of the sheets over his lower half so he wasn't so nude. It was on odd thing, being nude, in bed and with another man who was clothed...just sitting there. Not that he minded being nude but that bit of sheets between them was helpful in keeping any dark thoughts to a minimum. He shook his head before those thoughts could really be called 'thoughts', not wanting Samael to catch on and instead put his focus on the situation at hand.

"Hellhound." He spoke up in response to Samael's 'giant...whatever you are'. "I'm a hellhound...and yer lucky I was doin' that and not tryin' to eat ya....and not in the good way either." He smirked, pausing for a moment.

"And before ya ask...I dun turn invisible or drag souls to hell....those are myths." He pointed out, not wanting to go through that again.

"Mmmm....sorry, but I am nude and in yer bed...so it's a little dificult not to." Draven shot back with a smirk which only faltered when he was hit upside the head.

"Ah-hey!" He went to defend himself but stopped short as Samael scolded him for growling at his mother. That made him stop and think for a moment and when everything that happened came clear to him, or at least as clear as it could get trying to remember what he experienced as a hellhound, while thinking from a human perspective.

"...Right....sorry 'bout that." He apologized, feeling guilty about the whole thing and wrapping his other arm around Samael, holding him close. What the hell was he thinking?! What if he had hurt her, or Samael for that matter! Maybe this was a bad idea...maybe this whole thing was a bad idea; he was irresponsible. Rafi was killed because of a stupid decision and because he was unable to protect him, his family was killed because he wasn't there to protect them either and made the stupid decision to leave in a huff instead of being there for them. Was this another bad decision? How would he be able to protect Samael or even his parents from himself if things got out of hand?

However much he was doubting himself at the moment, he didn't let go of Samael and rather, he clung to him as though he would somehow float right out of his grasp. "I..." He started up again, shoving those feelings to the side as was habit by now. "I'm not really sure. I've...never accidentally shifted in my sleep before...so this is new for me too." He gave a half smile. "Sorry if I freaked ya out."

Draven hummed lightly under his breath as Samael spoke, gently running his fingers through his hair as he did. He stayed silent for a moment after Samael stopped speaking and considered the last of his words, cracking a small smile as it dawned on him.

"I'm sorry to've made ya feel that way." He apologized once again, now realizing how that must have been for Samael.

"When I'm like that..." He paused for a beat, toying with a strand of Samael's hair in between his fingers as he thought. "I aint really all there." He paused again, searching for the right words to make sense of what he meant.

"I mean I'm still me and all but I aint like how I am now....it's kinda complicated really; everythin' 'bout the way I understand the word now is different. It's all instinct and animal senses and dependin' on how restless that side ah me is, the more difficult it is to connect thin's from instinct to my human mind. " He paused again. "Ahh...I probably aint makin' much sense.." He trailed off for a moment, going back to toying with Samael's hair and trying to find a better way to explain it.

"It's like...ok....most humans rely a lot on their sight and tellin' people and thin's apart from that, right?" He started again, knowing that Samael's own sight was different and unknowing if this would really make sense to him. "Well, I dun see so good in that form...color's dulled and thin's get real blurry and it aint too easy to tell who's who by what they look like. It's easier to tell who or what somethin' is by it's movement and smell and since in my human form I recognize people by sight and not the other two... in my hellhound form, what I know to be familiar is pretty much gone and it aint easy to connect the two a lot of the time." He paused once again, his smile widening as another thought came to mind.

"Sleepin' in the same bed and spendin' so much time with ya though, yer scent's already all over me..." He gave a light laugh at that, trailing off and hoping Samael could make sense of it from there.