Drake knew that this would be the last chance he had to figure anything else. As his house loomed above them, it's multiple roofs, modern style, and otherwise largeness seeming more and more like a ticking clock, Drake had always hated how incredibly large the house was, it got incredibly lonely when it was empty, which wasn't often, but happened enough that he still often felt a burning enmity for the ancient place, but it was a family home, and despite what he said or felt, he held an attachement to the old building, it also was big enough to hide and learn secrets in, which was a large part of why he kept it.

Regaining himself after a moment of reflection, and taking another swing of the old cough syrup for good measure, although he was actually beginning to feel it now, ("finally" he thought to himself), while making sure to note the scorn-filled scowl of dissaproval that radiated off of the Paladin but also noticing that she seemed to be filled with focus on something, she almost definitely had a theory, he filled the otherwise quiet, cool night air with words for what he imagined would be the last time that night, "you seem to think you know what it is though, care sharing, Miss........?" Drake thought that perhaps he hadn't added enough drunken inflection to that last question, but he figured that he would just have to deal with it.