Oh how hard it was for Drake to hold back a snort of disbelief at the idea. Much like he assumed a short life span he had always assumed his soul was destined for Hell. At the very least maybe purgatory or maybe Kane would do his a kindness and not let him suffer all that. He didn't know how these soul things worked in detail because a part of him didn't want to know. The thought of him standing at Heaven before any authority being pledged vows of love for being precious was just so laughable Drake didn't even know where to start. He may be akin to a battered vase mended with gold but he could just picture every angel laughing him out of the room. At least Kane had the power in Hell to earn his respect but he had nothing. Nothing but his body, a smart mouth, and a fucked up brain.<br/><br/>But... He was humoring Gabe in his fantasy because the man clearly wanted him as is, and who was he to deny a fantasy in Vegas of all places. Of he wanted to pretend Drake was going to take up a harp and play cherub sure, that's what this town was about, lies. He smiled to the angel as he was beckoned over happy to straddle his lap as he could feel the anticipation building inside him one more. "I did for now sir... Though I might still be tempted when we head to the club." He licked his lips and moaned feeling the vibrations pick up and his dick was instantly hard as he arched into Gabe touch and attention. "Feels good sir..." He said squirming a little in his lap to prove a point.