Jasaiah pressed his palms to his thighs, relaxed and concerned at the same time. But he could pick up Drake's signature and track him at any point, and he was truthfully hoping Drake would come out of his state on his own. "The child mind of his trusted me to protect him. I feel as if I had betrayed him by pushing too far, which I believe further triggered this protective personality to come forth." He canted his head. "You have a valid point." There was a sudden warmth that Ryan would pick up, genuine love for the man filling his eyes. "He has a strong will and conviction. Despite everything, despite what he believed would be his future, he wanted to live."<br/><br/>He paused, trying to gather his thought. "There is a strong physical attraction, a need for nourishment and care, both of which I excel at providing. But he is not some wounded dog that needs tending to, either. His personality calls to mine. Things are just slow between us because he is afraid. I have been told it may be because of what transpired with a prior lover of his. But I am determined to make him see that he is more than a prostitute or whore." His lip curled in distaste at the word. Of course Jasaiah didn't mind calling him that in bed, but it was part of a humiliation act and not meant to be an insult, whereas Drake truly believed he was nothing but a filthy little whore who had no purpose in life. At least he had when they had first gotten together. "This relationship is challenging, of that there is no doubt, but Ryan has helped me, as well as others Drake knows, and Drake so far hasn't tried his hardest to leave me."<br/><br/>He glanced at Ryan, giving him a soft smile, then shrugged. "I hope that answers your question doctor."