Jasper could feel the small trickle of blood down his hand from where his nails had dug into the skin before Kate had stopped him. He listened without looking at her, only briefly glancing to Kate when she kissed his cheek. He could never hurt her, never hurt his mistress. No! Kate wasn't a mistress. She had told him that herself. He shook his head, wondering where these thoughts were coming from. He had been making progress, he couldn't start slipping now.<br/><br/>His ears lifted slightly when Jasper heard Kate remove something. Looking to the mage, he watched her show him the object, his hand raising to rest over his throat where the collar had sat for so long. He watched in silence as Kate showed him how to hold the pen. When it came his turn to try, he tried to get it on his own but allowed Kate to adjust his hold not long after. Holding the pen, he frowned at the feeling. It was so light, and thin, so fragile.<br/><br/>"Right...I'm right handed." He admitted. He knew this from his experience with a blade, preferring his right hand over his left. It would make sense for that to apply to this too, right?<br/><br/>He wasn't sure how he felt about using his claws to write. They were weapons, part of himself he wasn't all that proud of. Turning his attention back to the pen, he knew he was gripping it too hard, could feel the strain on the item. He loosened his grasp a bit, looking to Kate. He didn't know what he was looking for, approval? Displeasure? Dropping his gaze to the floor once more, Jasper fumbled with the pen, accidentally dropping it. Biting his lip, Jasper quickly picked it up and held it out for Kate, offering it back to her.<br/><br/>"Sorry." He nearly whispered, head down.