Jasaiah's tails flicked about on the bed, all fluffed up from the shower he'd taken earlier. He'd tended to everything earlier and he was pristine and gorgeous as well, an epitome of health and youth. Though wise beyond his years, it seemed. "Twenty two, then. That seems right. He said as much, just would not give me a number." His lips quirked. "You are, and were, quite the stubborn man. He moved to stand. He was every bit a predator as he stalked towards Drake, but Drake wasn't his prey. He was his equal. "I did meet a very younger version of you, back in Seattle. I had to change into my feral form to protect you because you did not understand. He was younger than eighteen, but all I got from him was something along the lines of 'they always come though,' but that is neither here nor there."<br/><br/>As in he didn't want him to worry about it. When Drake asked advise, his gazed softened. He gripped Drake's hands, drawing his naked form backwards until they were at the bed. Grabbing Drake behind the knees, he pulled him into his lap. "We should take things slow. I do not know, in truth, whether or not we should provoke your other personalities into appearance. If I am to be honest, I want to help you control your vampiric nature." He canted his head, his eyes glinting with some amusement. "I am a selfish creature, by all rights. If I had my way, I would have you feed from me, and only me, because I can handle it. But I also believe that is more of a stop gap, because in all reality you are not going to be by my side at all times."<br/><br/>He gave him a reassuring smile. "Right now I think it would be prudent for you to control your powers, and learn to accept it.You other personalities have not, and I do not believe they will if you continue to fight your nature." He brushed the locks of dark brown hair out of Drake's face. "I give my blood freely, but I want you to try something. I want you to compel me." If Jasaiah let down his guard and didn't fight him, it would work, but Drake had to want to compel him, as well. It was an act of trust. "I want you to compel me to forget that you took my blood."