Drake snorted twice, smirking vaguely, and a touch of humor reached his eyes. "I guess that'll have to do," he deadpanned, certainly unsure if Tab meant it or not, so he decided to play along.
"Yep. Got some stuff that needs doin', and they need me early. Promised to lend a hand with rigging, since I ain't doing much 'til nightfall." He shook his head and gave Tabbart a lopsided grin. "Oh yeah, I know y'all are gonna be seeing more of me around here. Guess I should work on my tan, or something. Catch you later, bud." With that, he made his to the exit, but not before pasting on his biggest asshole face and blowing the dancer boy a little kiss on his way out.