"Yeah, I hear that." Drake couldn't care less whether a woman shaved or not, to be honest, although the ones that shaved all the way made him look askance from time to time. Were they trying to resemble infants? That was a disturbing thought. He was lucky he was virtually hairless, aside from his full head of hair. The shifting made it so what body hair he did have only had time to grow to a stubble before it was gone again.
He cocked an eyebrow at Tab, unsure whether the man was taking the piss or hitting on him indirectly. "Hey, don't get me wrong. I know what sells!" He gave another shrug of those shoulders and sipped his beer. "Have you seen what I wear to perform? It's precious little already when I'm in my manskin, and even less when I'm in dragon form. A freaking bikini, my friend. What else do they want? Guess I should just put a sock on my junk and be done with it," he mused into his beer.
In fact, while he was indistinguishable from a human male in this skin, his junk; as he so quaintly put it; was mostly obscured by a fleshy, protective pouch when he was in his dragon form. But he didn't see the need to share such information. He signaled the waiter to pour him another, this one was almost done. He was really guzzling them down. It was the talking. It distracted him from the task of imbibing.