Drake was stubborn. Of that he could no longer doubt with any fiber of his being. His lips twitched when Drake tweaked his nipple; it wasn't as much of an erogenous zone as having his tails touched.  Gripping Drake's forearms, he stood up and then brought Drake up over his shoulder in a firearm's carry. He slapped him on the ass. "Stubborn," he muttered. "Arrogant. Qualities I find I favor a lot." He dumped Drake onto the bed and climbed up on him, tails dripping wet. He didn't really care right now. He canted his head to the side. "I think the better question is why will you not answer me? It is a simple question. One that allows me to better know you." He cupped his chin, then dipped down and kissed him on the mouth.<br/><br/>He reached down a hand and pressed his palm against Drake's groin. "I swear it would not bother me one bit. I am merely curious. And you want me. I think you would end up getting the better end of this little bargain." Drake was irresistible, even with this personality. "I am not worried, regardless." He tipped Drake's head back and trailed kisses down his throat, lingering where Dimitraeus had bitten him to turn him. It wasn't to spark anything unpleasant, but more to bring pleasure forth and maybe coax a reaction of some sort out of him. In truth he wasn't sure how well Drake understood what had happened to him or if he still thought he was human.