Jasaiah had to admit it was a little relieving that Drake didn't look so stressed out, but it wasn't something he would admit openly. Drake had had a lot happen to him over the couple of months. The sheer fact that he had eternity and a mental illness was not something one just shrugged off. He just wished he could find more ways to get him to relax. But they'd had a goal, which seemed to be put on hold for a moment. At least Jasaiah had a great memory, so he could write down what he knew in the journal.<br/><br/>It was tempting to have sex with him, and he thought...well, why not? He reached across the water and grasped Drake's jawline, drawing him closer with his tails looped around his thighs and arms. One even went around Drake's waist. A sort of test. Did he like being held down like his Drake did? "They are good for holding one in place." He drew Drake's face closer until their mouths were only inches apart. "I but have one question, if you would humor me. How old are you?" He ran a thumb across Drake's lower lip, wondering if this personality knew he was a vampire. Most didn't seem to understand or accept it at the very least.