Part of it is that it's winter, and K is from Los Angeles; it's true that the sunny California weather of old is long, long gone, but the biome ventilation over his city still means that largely, the temperature stays around the same year round. He's not used to living somewhere with snow, and his associations with it are... not great, despite how beautiful it is.

Part of it, though, is comfort. Drake offers basic hospitality and K steps inside and unzips his coat readily enough, but - as usual - there's something in him that can't help but respond to Sable, smiling and his shoulders relaxing when he sees her.

"Water is good, thank you," he answers, waiting like he's learned to do until Sable has permission to be pet or to approach him, and then crouching to greet her with the traditional ear rubs. "Hello, Sable," he tells her, warm, and then his attention ticks back up to Drake. "Is this... okay? Not a bad time?"