"At your place, you mean?" Drake catches Jesus' shirt easily, folding it and setting it on top of his dresser before pulling off his own, which is destined for the hamper. "There's a little bit left in the old bottle, if you wanted to like.. marry conditioners and take one back."

It's entirely possible Jesus has never known anyone who worked in food service to get that reference, but Drake doesn't seem to think he's said anything odd as he continues stripping off his workout clothes.