Sanzo hadn’t noticed his gun had slipped off Drake’s torso all together at this point, instead resting on his uninjured upper arm. He still had a grip on it. He wasn’t going to let it out of reach anymore than he was going to let the sutra leave his person.

“Answer.” What he wouldn’t give to be able to snarl and snap at this asshole until he got somewhere on this. The sharp pain that every word brought with it was strongly discouraging that.