Jasaiah was ultimately glad that Drake didn't leave, and he slept more soundly than he had in awhile. It wasn't uncommon for vampires to sleep, whether or not they needed it. In a sense it even helped keep the mind from degrading faster if they let it shut down, so to speak. But he did wake up before Drake did, hungry for something he wasn't willing to take from Drake. He knew the other wouldn't mind, but he didn't know what state of mind he would be in when he woke up. He'd wrote down everything he discovered about Drake's more demanding personality, down to all the details.<br/><br/>As lewd as they may have been, he didn't think Drake would appreciate those things being left out. After showering quickly he left the hotel, heading down the block and into some dark alley where the homeless slept in boxes. After bribing one with a few dollars, he took his victim to a back corner and covered his mouth with a hand while he drained the life until only a pile of dust remained. It was quick, and not messy in the slightest. However, he didn't hurry back, giving Drake as much time as he needed to wake up and gather his wit.<br/><br/>In truth it had slipped his mind to leave him a note, but it only took him about five minutes to get back to the hotel room.<br/><br/>He opened the door, seeing Drake a bit frantic, and dropped the glamour he had adorned by removing the pendant from his throat. "Are you alright?" he asked, unsure of which Drake he was dealing with. He hadn't quite gotten the tells down yet.