Jasaiah was happy to stay. His ears even remained perked up and he sat beside Drake as the other opened the journal. Part of him was nervous, though, because in all actuality what had happened last night was quite...different. Jasaiah wasn't a man who liked to share, and he hadn't been entirely sure that it had been a good idea to fuck the other personality. But he'd been given a choice, and he didn't think Drake would have been at all pleased to wake up in some strange place after getting screwed by some random guy. Not to mention the all too real possibility that Drake could have slipped into a blood rage. His lips quirked just slightly at Drake's flustered state. It wasn't amusement but more endearing.<br/><br/>When Drake asked his opinion, he looked away. "Complex. Complicated. I know I did not put my own personal thought in this journal, but I did not see a reason to. Perhaps I ought to have. If you like I will going forward. Your other self carried the air of someone who did not understand his situation and was all too care free about where he was and what he wanted. Which was me." He looked at Drake. "I would not have been willing to let him go get fucked by someone random. Not only would there be the risk of blood lust, but I did not like that side of you when it came to how eager you...he...was to being fucked." He frowned and reached out to touch his cheek. "I am sorry if that bothers you. I did enjoy what I did to him. But not nearly as much as I do with you. Make no mistake." He leaned back. "If you wish, I will not do that again. I could follow and ensure you are not put in immediate danger. I would not like that, but this is not about me and what I do or do not like."<br/><br/>He felt a bit awkward, like he was walking on the edge of a knife and about to sever his own foot. But he refused to lie to Drake about anything.