Jasaiah exhaled sharply, and if Drake was positioned any other way in his lap he might have felt his erection growing. Jas's eyes fluttered, but didn't close. Because Drake didn't release his gaze. Didn't snap his control. Once he'd gained it, it was hard to fight, but Jas kept his own controls at bay so that he wouldn't break it. Drake wouldn't have had any issues at all for a human, so Jas acted like one to help him. Help him keep his secret. Help keep things under wraps.<br/><br/>And then suddenly he was blinking. The wounds on his wrist had healed, and minus the little trickle of blood on Drake's mouth, he didn't know what had just happened. Jasaiah frowned, finding that he didn't like it at all. He closed his eyes, his ears lowering, and took a few breaths. "I would like to know what you did," he murmured, because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't remember the last few moments. He didn't even grasp entirely why he was hard, though that was probably easy to put together. Jasaiah couldn't help but feel a small swell of pride, however, in assuming what had likely happened.<br/><br/>Once Drake confirmed that, he smiled and leaned forward to lick the spot of blood away. "This mind compulsion is used on humans. It helps keep the supernatural a secret from them, and they will not know any better. Your bite already brings pleasure. You will learn in time to control your blood lust. Human blood, from what I understand, is not nearly as gratifying as my own." His lips quirked. "I am proud of you. You did that quite easily."