If someone or something came down hard enough on K's instinct to obedience right now he might disappoint them both. But there's no one else here, no one else demanding anything of him, so K can just do what it is he most wants.

And what he wants is this, so he nods, and takes a slow draw off the cigarette, blowing the smoke away from Jesus.

"Do you want Orla's bed? Or we can bring the pillow and blankets over here."