Drake looked at this quite curious, “Do you have that right?” Drake smirked wider, “Even if it doesn’t matter? I mean I understand having the right to know if I’m diseased or injured... but age?” He seemed that he was trying assess something about the other questions but the offer of sex distracted him once more. “Oh of course I want you to fuck me... why would I come here and play all nice just to be a cock tease? That’s not like me.” There was a bit of a pause as he took in the mention of having done it twice already he chuckled a little, “Oh please I think you underestimate, I’ve had fun with quite a few all evening. Twice is good... but other than a little tingly I’m not sore.” He admitted letting his hand rub up against Jas’s chest and over his nipple as if trying to get his attention elsewhere. “Let’s not talk about all that nonsense, no need to worry when we can just have a good time and then some good mellowed out rest.” If Jas recalled there was something Drake had told him, sex had been a tool a way for Drake to sleep without nightmares and if that meant using people and going further into his sex addiction he let himself drown in it before, before drinking was the cure.