On the one hand Jasaiah had thought that Drake would deny him this, and he wasn't going to press him. This wasn't something that could be rushed. He was a little caught off guard when Drake finally looked into his eyes. Jasaiah immediately dropped down his guards. Humans didn't have such things, and since the supernatural were so tightly under wraps, few if any could sense or fight a vampire's compulsion. He could feel and sense that thread twining around his own, and it took a bit of will not to fight and break it. He needed to trust Drake, and Drake needed this. His wrist rose without hesitation.<br/><br/>It caused his tails to twitch, as being mind controlled was not something he was keen on, but beyond that there was no show of force to break away and he didn't look away from his gaze. He couldn't console him, encourage him. That thread had wrapped tight around his will and right now he was a puppet for Drake's will. In truth if Drake told him to forget something, he would, and remembering what he'd been compelled to forget would be extremely difficult, if not impossible.