Drake hesitates. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything, but now that he has it'd be weird not to answer. So he shrugs like it's not a big deal and twirls a lock of Jesus' hair around his finger, answering as casually as he can.

"It's not even one hand's worth, counting the people that have just trusted me here. Padmé. Ephemera. You. Funny that you all wound up signing, because everybody else starts out convinced it's a front. And I'm used to that, but like..." he shakes his head a little, his smile faltering for a moment, "There was a long stretch of people giving me a hard time, between him and you. Especially with Crais and Sam gone I guess dealing with that suspicion more again is on my mind a lot. Awhile back I did let it get to me, that he was all I had and I was leaning too much... it wasn't fair to make him deal with. That's all."