At Kate's words a faint smile made its way onto Jasper's face before disappearing again. No sense in getting use to this, though Kate told him otherwise. He was still hesitant to take her arm but was grateful for the help, knowing that he wouldn't have been able to do much on his own, not yet anyway. At the mention of bed the full weight of his exhaustion made itself known. The feel of the nightshirt and robe against his skin was strange, compared to the rags he had grown to accept even if they did scratch at his skin, and seeming to get caught on the smallest of cuts.<br/><br/>He wasn't expecting Kate to ask him to sleep in her bed, a slave was never suppose to do anything of the sort and he had been sleeping in slave's quarters or in cells all his life. Of course, he would also be in his pure form, the smaller of the two, which would make him feel vulnerable and exposed having no claws or the strength to defend himself. Though with Kate would he even need to do so?<br/><br/>He accepted the toothbrush and toothpaste she handed him. His tongue absently ran over his fangs at the word dentist and he immediately started thinking the worst, remembering stories of other slaves who had been taken there and returning with all sorts of contraptions and pain. Hadn't Kate said she wouldn't hurt him? Had he been a fool for believing her? He raised his eyes to Kate's again, flicking between the brush she held and back. He had used his fingers to pull the worst of the knots out from time to time but gave up on that when it became too much of a hassle. He shook his head at her question.