He wanted to trust, wanted to know that everything would be okay, that everything that had happened to him was in the past but it was hard. Hard to let go of everything you had been forced to learn all your life. He felt Kate take hold of his hands and kiss them, wanting to pull them away but forcing them still. He hated being reminded that he was essentially helpless, like a kitten all over again, at the mercy and hands of another.<br/><br/>Feeling defeated Jasper lowered his head and closed his eyes. He didn't want Kate to plead for him. Focusing he shifted into his smallest form, the colours and markings of a Savannah cat on the smaller form of a tabby. He opened his eyes again but kept them lowered on the floor instead of up at his Mistress.