"Not if my flat ends up looking like this."

He couldn't help the grin that spread on his face at that and dragged a hand through his hair as he laughed lightly. "Yeah..well, never said I was one to clean."

And then she was off on a list of what all would be required of him in the care of Drake, his face pulling on a rather serious expression as he mentally took note of it all. He had to work to stay focused on her words, however, as he found watching her more than a little distracting. He wanted to push off of the sofa and drag her into a kiss; he held off on that desire though it nearly killed him to do so.

"Take care of him. Right. Not a problem, Ath," he said, giving her smile that warmed his eyes as he watched her. "A month?" he repeated, this time adding a bit more. "That's a long time, love. Will ya...will ya mind, at all, if I wrote ya?"