Jasaiah shuddered in a mix of pleasure and pain. He kept his face neutral and heartbeat normal. He wished they were in a more intimate setting, yet that would come with time, he supposed. Though he never felt so much like time wasn't on his side as he did with Drake. He grew light headed and weakened as Drake fed from him, something he normally would have avoided with his own energy, but he hadn't fed since before Kane had disrupted them. Not really. Jas tried not to react to the sounds coming from Drake. He wanted to have Drake under him in that moment. When Drake returned to his seat, Jas pegged him with a hungry stare. Hungry for something else entirely. His own pallor was a bit pale, and he gave him a seductive smile. However, it faded into one of slight concern. "Of course," he murmured, watching Drake's retreating back with a slight sigh. He was glad he had brought money, and the waitress brought their ticket.<br/><br/>He hadn't really touched his food, and wasn't hungry for it, either. Jasaiah paid with a good tip and sought out a possible meal for himself. It was risky, feeding in the daytime, but he could perhaps get someone behind one of those ghastly trash bins. His acute hearing picked up a very possible candidate.<i>"Come on. We didn't even bring any money with us. No one will notice. White trash is busy flaunting her tits at that nigger over there anyway,</i>" a voice uttered, too quiet for anyone to normally hear. He was about to pursue them outside though with a familiar voice brought his attention upward.<br/><br/>"Ryan?" he inquired, unsure who he was seeing. Had Ryan followed them here? Though that thought was fleeting and Jas gave him a warm smile. His eyes softened from ones of hunger and he gestured with his other hand. "Of course. Please, seat. What can I do for you?" The other was so innocent and kind; it was something he could have almost envied if not for the fact that he felt entirely responsible for what had been done to him.