He listened to Kate, the name of the place sounding familiar but not ringing any bells. As she removed the food from her bag, he couldn't suppress the growls from his stomach. He knew however that if he ate too much he would just make himself sick so he had to control himself. All focus was drawn away from the food at the mention of his previous mistress, a faint hiss escaping his lips at the name. This was the first time he had actually heard why he was here, he had had some idea but hadn't expected someone like Kate. A brutal slave driver, yes or even a pit fight leader. This was something else entirely. He continued to listen to Kate as she spoke, his eyes fixing on her. Was this some sort of test? When he had spoken previously he had always received a beating, and no one had ever healed him willingly.<br/><br/>A few moments ticked by before he said or did anything. Watching Kate he hesitantly answered her question.<br/>"Jasper. My name's Jasper." It had taken him a few seconds to remember his name after so long without it, it sounded foreign on his tongue. He waited, waited for someone to hit him but nothing came. Her next order was a little harder to comply with, but he knew he had to obey. Forcing his hand forward he placed it lightly in hers, ready to jerk it back should he need to. He hesitantly accepted the pieces of offered food, nibbling them at first with his eyes trained on Kate. Gradually he ate with a little more confidence until she held the cup of cider under his nose. Having a strong sense of smell it was very strong and he pulled his head back a little, glancing down at the cup before slowly accepting that too. What was she planning? Heal him and gain his strength back just to make him struggle with some task? Sipping the drink he watched Kate, trying to figure out her intentions.