"It's a good look on you," Drake says with a grin, reaching up to play with Jesus' hair. "Maybe not the taking punches part, but that'd be kinda pot and kettle of me."

He twirls a lock of hair around his fingers and brushes the end of it down Jesus' cheek before letting go, just looking at him fondly.

"I call people whatever they wanna be called, so if you don't care I guess I'll stick with Jesus for now. That's how you introduced yourself."