Jasaiah listened in silence, uncertain of what advice to give or what to say. He didn't want to cause a confrontation, not when there was a risk of his losing himself into blood lust. They would definitely have to confront that in private, behind locked doors. However, right now he had to trust Drake. They wouldn't get anywhere if he didn't trust his reactions and level headed personality. He supposed his deepest fear was Drake losing himself in public. He took a sip of water, mulling it over in his mind. "I live in Seattle because it is closer to Japan," he started, though he knew Drake hadn't asked such a question. "I also enjoy that Seattle is surrounded by water on three sides, but New York is charming. I have not really explored this place to the fullest extent."<br/><br/>There was a short pause before he continued. "I say this because I have no strong attachments to Seattle, even though I desire strongly to visit Japan once more. But I would move here if you asked it of me." He met his eyes across the table. "And yet I may assume that this is happening all too quickly. I did not believe that we...that this would happen, either." Soon the food was brought to them. He quieted as he was served a plate of sliced ham, bacon and scrambled eggs with two pancakes to go with it. When she left, he drizzled syrup over everything, eyes filled with amusement at the horrible food he was about to eat. He silently thanked Inari that he would not gain weight as a result.<br/><br/>"I am sorry your future has changed," he said, the amusement fading from his eyes. He looked back over at Drake. "As far as I know there is no cure for what you have become. I-" He trailed off and closed his mouth, then filled it with food to keep from rambling further. He did not want to demean Drake by pressing help on him, either.