"Hey, hey, hey," Drake laughed. "I offered you a place to crash sometimes; I didn't invite you to move in." He liked Chloe, but there was no way he was ever inviting someone to move in with him. He enjoyed his space and the occasional bleed out on something without someone standing back going, I told you so. Which seemed to be both Chloe's and Ari's style.
Maybe he needed to revisit his taste in women.
"But speaking of," he said, standing, "it's getting rather later. Shall I walk you home, my lady?"