Just as he's said, Drake isn't going to chase K down and force him to sign. As much as everyone else wants him to be contracted, the choice has to be K's. Worst case, Drake figures... he'll see if Jesus wants to turn the puppy eyes on before or after K winds up in prison.

But he doesn't have to call Jesus. Late that afternoon, there's a knock on his door and a very bundled replicant in the hall. Drake takes in the sight of him curiously, wondering if how covered up he's chosen to be means something, then smiles at K and steps aside to let him in.

"Hey. Can I take your coat? Get you a drink?" Drake's just closing the door behind K when the approaching tap-taps of Sable coming to greet her friend reach the foyer and his dog appears, her ears perked and mouth open in a big canine smile. "A lapdog?" he jokes, motioning for Sable to sit before getting attention. "Good girl."