...Jesus. Buddy. That actually has Drake twisting his head a little further, to give him a Look.

"He's like six pounds, what's he gonna do? I'll just make sure there's nothing breakable out he'd wanna knock over."

Since. You know. He's a cat. That's honestly the only thing Drake's at all worry about, and not even because he cares about the glassware or whatever -- he just wouldn't want there to be shards on the floor Sable could get hurt on. She's not gonna chase Nibbles so it's unlikely they'll fight... what else could he do? Scratch at the couch? Who gives a shit?