"Ah," Drake sighed in mock contentment, "nothing says mortality like dealing with murders and rampaging zombies." Which he really didn't want to think about, but he could make a joke of it. After all, it was either joke or sob in a corner, and he didn't think Zacheus would know what to do with him at that point.
Not to mention that would be even more embarrassing than Merri and Rene knowing he read bodice rippers and acted out the scenes.
The transition was about as smooth as any Drake had ever made, which only endeared Zacheus to him more. He nodded his head solemnly. "And that would be bad, since I'm sure your cooking is fantastic." It smelled that way, anyway. "And I like your company."