His tone has Drake chuckling softly, because he's absolutely not going to argue. Especially not when he feels the knot release and the little rush of pleasure that comes along with it.

"You're gonna spoil me," he murmurs, sighing with relief.

That's something else to think about, though... pets, apartments, specifically as related to K. Drake's voice is more serious when he speaks again.

"If I didn't fuck everything up with him, do you think he'd want his own apartment? Or would he rather be with someone? Either way I'd make sure he has a private space, but wasn't he always alone?"