Jasper trusted Kate, he knew she would stay true to her word and not give him more than he could handle. His ears pricked a little, not quite as tense as he had been moments ago as he listened to Kate. He had never had to write his name before, that had been the job of the slave handlers to make sure that everyone was identified with name, which was rarely if ever used.<br/><br/>He tried to think about how far he could count, memories of when he had been whipped, or punished with multiple strokes. He could almost hear the man with the whip counting off each lash, causing Jasper to wince and shy away from Kate before he returned to the present.<br/><br/>"Sorry." He apologized to Kate, his gaze lowered to the floor. "About forty." He said in answer to her question.