Kate’s arms around him restricted how much he could move, but Jasper didn’t fight it. Instincts told him to fight back, to get free, but he knew he wasn’t in danger. Jasper knew he wasn’t a small cat, that he was capable of causing great harm, but Kate was showing him that he was capable of other things too.<br/><br/>As Kate moved to pin him down instead, Jasper froze before relaxing again. He batted softly at her hands before laying back and letting her rub his chest and stomach, purrs rumbling at the contact. Her comment on him not rolling over was true. While Jasper hated turning his back on the enemy, leaving himself exposed, his stomach was a soft spot that was easily targeted and as such shouldn’t be exposed. In a way his position now, on his back, was only another show of him trusting Kate.<br/><br/>He remained still as Kate examined his claws. It felt good to have them back, even if they weren’t needed to defend himself any more. Jasper knew his claws were sharp and he took care not to catch Kate with them.<br/><br/>Jasper felt good, better than he had in a long time. Good food, care, rest, all the things he hadn’t had or been allowed to have. When Kate held him tighter, planting a kiss on his cheek, Jasper squirmed a little until he was laying on his side. It was still strange just spending time like this, not needing to be ready for anything, just being held.<br/><br/>His ears pulled back at the thought. He should be doing something. Jasper gently placed his head against Kate, a small huff following as he tried to relax again. He wasn’t weak or broken any more, he could work, could be useful. Being in his feline form limited a lot of what he could do, but Kate had wanted him like this and who was he to object? Kate had said this was the best Winterfest and he wasn't going to ruin that.