Jasaiah's head raised when Drake appeared. His heart dropped. No, not his Drake. However, nothing showed on his face. He felt a great amount of relief, yet he hid it well. All the shields were in place. He'd already warned Ryan not to let his guard drop. He dropped the vampire to the ground and moved suddenly. It was in part a test. What had Drake gained? Would he stop his advance? There was no attempt to attack him. No attempt to stop whatever Drake was doing. Vampires were often contained in groups, to keep them from losing control and exposing themselves to group. Until they gained control there was no splitting off from the group. He recognized Drake's tactic, and he really didn't care. Unless Drake moved to stop him, Jasaiah would wrap a hand around the nape of his neck and kissed him soundly on the mouth.<br/><br/>He didn't care about the blood, either. He didn't care that the other vampires were watching, even more confused. But Jasaiah had meant what he said. Drake was his. And he was Drake's. Though he wouldn't be commanded around. In truth the only reason why he hadn't killed the vampire that was currently twitching on the ground trying to heal the damage Jasaiah had done to his body, was to get to Drake.<br/><br/>Jasaiah proceded to explore his mouth with his tongue. He kept his guard up, even now. He didn't know how Drake would react, if he even let him get this far. He kept his tails out of reach as well, but his hands cupped his face, gently, though with a dominating presence.