Dave is very quiet for a moment. He turns it all over in his head a few times before nodding, though the look on his face betrays his actions—he's nodding, but he doesn't understand. Not completely. The thought of everything being different isn't one he can stomach easily, not after what he's been through.

"So," he finally says, still looking at Horvath, "You'd be my master."



And very suddenly, Dave is picturing himself in Drake's role, nail polish and all. He shudders.