Jasaiah didn't feel like Drake was forcing him to stay, in any sense of the word. So when he said he needed him, the relief was apparent in his eyes. He offered a small smile, gathered another bite of food and took it. Jasaiah shook his head. "No. With time, control, you will not always be so hungry." Jasaiah paused a moment. "Drinking from me would also grant you time and control. Power. The stronger the donor, the stronger you will become." That and Jasaiah could stop him from taking too much. It was a convenient exchange, and one he would have to be confronted with. In the heat of the moment, any time, Drake could lose control and he wanted it to be less difficult for him to regain that control. Drinking bagged blood was like bandaging a wound before stitching it up. It just wasn't the same.<br/><br/>That was what he'd learned, anyway, from the vampires he'd known. "Taking from me would be easier, as well. Besides. I enjoy it." He gave him a saucy smile and wink before shrugging. "Alas, that is not something that can be forced. Just given what you are faced with I thought it would be easier for you." He spread his hands wide. "I can tell you what I have experienced thus far, but it is not much. If you would like I can write the experiences in a journal, one you can read and perhaps piece your mind together with. As well as overcome these splits in your personality." Trauma was such a vicious thing, and he was glad that Drake didn't want to recover alone. Though he did still feel guilty about putting him in this situation, but given the company he'd held before there was no way of knowing what would have eventually happened.