There was some hesitation in Drake for sure but the itch to feed was much stranger than his disgust with the act in his current state. How could he let himself become this helpless? This mess of a human being? His fangs extended and sank into that flesh presented to him and he forgot about everything else. No... none of it mattered and his body was just happy to feed almost happily humming and trying to hold back moans from how good it tasted. The rest of his mind still fought him on it and he found himself not even sure if he could stop... he was drinking his fill and he could feel that old blood and energy fill every corner of his being. The feeling of being so tired finally left him and he wondered why he hadn't done this sooner now that he could feel the energy he so desperately needed. He fed until he felt like his whole body was vibrating before he retracted his fangs finding all his senses sharpened and it was like everything was vivid and within his grasp. He found himself breathing a bit harder as the act was so much more intimate than he expected. He gave Jas one final lick across his his wrist before shifting himself back from under the table.<br/><br/>The strangest part of it all is that he felt closer to Jas and more in tune with him but that was probably what happened when one consumed some of their life force. "Thank you... I..." he felt like he wanted to say he owned him but he knew that Jasaiah wouldn't accept that considering the weird sense of debt he felt for Drake. Maybe not the most healthy dynamic but he wasn't going to go questioning it now. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. Wash up." he wanted to make sure there was no blood on him. The moment he disappeared Jas would spy someone else approaching the table. It was Ryan looking a little anxious but smiling to Jas, "Hi... could I... have just a moment of your time?" he asked not sure Jas would want him here and still feeling a little out of sorts with his recovery.