Jasper watched Kate check the meat before he dropped his gaze to the counter, tracing a design on it with his fingers. They stopped when Kate asked him what had happen to make him scared of dancing.<br/><br/>"I can't dance." He repeated, shaking his head. "It's forbidden." He said quietly, a whisper. Dancing was for nobles only, Jasper was to sit quietly at his mistress' feet, accepting what she gave him and doing as he was told.<br/><br/>Jasper raised his fists to his temples, pressing them there. "But it's not anymore. I'm not a slave. Not anymore." He seemed to be trying to convince himself, his head shaking as he said it. His hands dropped to the counter. Jasper lifted his head, his eyes searching Kate's, as though looking for an answer, reassurance.<br/><br/>"Right? I'm not...not a slave? Not anymore?" He held back the tears that threatened to fall, his brow creased with worry and fear.