Jasaiah would never video tape Drake. Never. Why? He really did hate modern technology. He didn't even own a cell phone. There were no televisions in his home, no computers. Everything was done in cash. He had an ancient music player that had the sole purpose of playing classic Japanese music, and nothing more. Sure he had a central heating and cooling system, and modern cooking utensils, but that was about the most modern he got. It saddened him a little that he could never introduce Drake to real Japanese cuisine, but he supposed he could enjoy it for the both of them. "I would likely ensure they each had their own journals as to not...confuse things. I do not know, either." Especially when one of them was just a kid. That was probably highly unlikely but he would document everything as well. "But I have no qualms with documenting what happens."<br/><br/>His brows furrowed at the sudden change in Drake's demeanor. It was unusual, but not uncommon. Not with all the bodies in the place. He supposed it was a good thing indeed that the tablecloths draped well over the table when Drake slid down under it and between his legs. Inari...curse this situation. Jasaiah shuddered at the idea of having him bite his thigh, but that was quickly squashed. He was not taking off is pants in public. Even if no one could see him. Biting through his pants was just foolish. Jasaiah pulled back the sleeve, exposing his wrist and forearm. "Bite at my pulse," he murmured, his voice quiet. But he knew Drake would be able to hear him. It wasn't his favorite spot to be bitten, but it would be convenient and Drake needed the experience.