Jasaiah was pleasantly surprised that he didn't seem bothered by the transportation. He moved his arm away from his back and pressed his palms to his kimono. He was extremely over dressed compared to Drake. Normally it wouldn't have bothered him. Yet for some reason he felt like Drake's pimp. However, he kept his thoughts and opinions to himself. When the door answered he merely nodded through the introductions. "It is a pleasure to meet you." He followed Drake inside, staying close. He felt guilty, and Drake and Ryan could likely pick it up even though he showed no emotions on his face.<br/><br/>He didn't sit until Drake did, nor did he elaborate on what he and Drake were to each other. If Drake didn't want to introduce him as his boyfriend then he could accept that. He did sit down next to him though. He was here for Drake. In truth he didn't want to see Ryan. His guilt was too great. That bastard had managed to deeply harm one last innocent before he was put down. He was nervous, and rubbed his hands down his knees. If he wasn't wearing a cloaking spell his ears and tails would be low, subdued. But there really wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Drake.