Jadon did not hesitate.  He brought his lips up to the blade, letting the blood drip onto his tongue.  He had tasted blood before, many times before in his life, but never had it tasted so sweet.  It was salty, as all blood was, but he found it sweeter then any other.  He pulled away from the blade and smirked.  A puff of red, much like smoke, floated to the top of his eyes, before receding back.  He dropped his head slightly, breathing deeply.  His eyes changed slowly into a pure, solid black.  The blackness of an abyss, one that to be stared into would give a man chills.  So much could be told by those eyes.  They showed pain, they showed suffering, they showed power.  The darkness, like the red, disappeared from his eyes.  He brought up his head, and locked eyes with Kimara.  He knew that what had just happened would have shocked her.  He knew his information, and he knew that this would surprise her.  Most humans, when going through the blood pact, would have sudden convulsions and pain would rack their bodies.  They would be unable to control themselves for moments, and would sometimes even faint.  As Jadon thought about this, his smirk changed.  He smiled at her, still looking into her eyes.  His wounds, already were beginning to heal quickly on their own, and he could feel the power in his veins.  He knew he would use it sparingly, and wisely in the future.