Oh, he was caught off guard. That wasn't something that had happened in a very,<i>very </i>long time. The personalities he'd been faced with were calm, timid, or feisty but not dangerous. His Drake even seemed reluctant to do anything to actually harm him. But this one. This was the truth, wasn't it? The deep dark secret Drake fought so hard to contain. The thing Jasaiah had fought to bring to the surface. And wasn't just a perfect bite in his ass? He didn't have time to mentally prepare, having been in such a state of composure and calmness that his shields hadn't been so securely in place. There was surprise in his own silver eyes before the compulsion tightened like a fist around his innermost thoughts.<br/><br/>There were some, but it didn't seem to help in the slightest. He was completely caught off guard when Drake peered into his eyes and compelled him to do as he commanded. Jas felt his control slip away. Dimitraeus would have been oh so proud of this development if he still drew breath. Jasaiah felt more pissed off at himself than this intimidating man as a whole. What a fucking hole he'd dug himself into. The kitsune moved in a slow, fluid manner, lacking control of his own limbs until he was sitting on the bed. He didn't move. It seemed as if time had stopped around him with the sheer amount of stillness the kitsune was capable of.<br/><br/>Yet his eyes followed every gesture, every movement, as he fought the compulsion. It would take time and effort to break it, but it wasn't impossible. He wasn't a willing victim this time. His eyes searched the other's, wondering. Well, at least he didn't have issues with his own nudity, the kimono left in a pile from where he had changed prior. A tail had settled in his lap, though none moved beyond that.<br/><br/>"If you know who I am then why did you attack me?" he asked. "I had already let you go."