[Quite frankly until she comes at him with a knife or gun Drake was going to continue thinking of her as an angel. Hell, even then he'd probably still think of her as one. He would just admire from afar at that point.

And curiosity would be an understatement when it came to him wondering how Javert landed such a beauty like Naomi, but he assumed he simply wasn't seeing the whole picture. He didn't really dwell on it that much, only when faced with the reminder that she was, indeed, married.

And upon hearing Javert's rhetorical question Drake flashed a contemptuous look briefly before dismissing the slight all together. He had nothing to be ashamed of.]

Thankfully nothing as boring as a nine to five job or whatever hours some demand from people. I don't know how you do it; I couldn't stand to be on a leash like that.

[He had the luxury of getting to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He didn't have to listen to his clients either. Rarely did.

But hearing the clanking sounds and being reminded of broken furniture made something even more apparent to him. Possibly disturbing.]

I can, ah, tell you are tied or chained to your bed though. Not sure I wanna know the reason, or if I could stomach hearing it, but if I happen to see her before you do I will gladly deliver the message.