Jas noticed how his eyes lit up, but he waited. He nodded when Drake put a finger to his lips, lowering his voice. He was happy to play along if it meant getting more answers. His eyes drifted to the finger spelling out the name, and his heart flipped in his chest. God, finally. He knew his name. He wanted to purr and roll around the name, but settled for committing the name to his memory. Jasaiah changed in a fox, then proceeded to scoot under the bed, all awkward limbs and fluffy tails. He licked Drake, no, David's face with wet kisses, snuffling in his hair. There was a do not disturb sign on the door, but people still bustled around outside.<br/><br/>The door was also locked, and no one could get in or easily out. If the kid bolted, he was glad he had his speed to keep up with him. But he'd rather earn this version of Drake's trust. He let out a comforting murr, making foxy noises that were both quiet and comforting. He wanted to calm the other and kept his ears pricked forward so he would know that he was on the alert. In truth though he wasn't afraid. No one would harm Drake again. David. God the name melted his bones for some reason. He liked them both, loved them both. He draped his thick, fluffy tails along David's body, letting him take comfort and hopefully calm down and know he was safe here.