"No..." Jackson forces himself away from his position nuzzled into Drake's throat, forcing eye contact between them. He does not know if Drake is serious or not, his tone light but the words...

"I love you," he feels he has to reiterate. "Hundred telegraph boys in this city provide all the hands, mouths and cocks any man could need. I ain't here for that, Bennet. Though you know I never complain when you offer them to me."