No, Shinjirou thinks, you couldn't. Unless Jade decides to sell him which he doesn't want to think about. Jade may be hard to read, but at least he's sort of gotten used to Jade's antics. He doesn't want to start over, not in the mental state he's in by now -- he's accepted this too much and he appreciates the bit of freedom he has, though he fears that if anyone decided to take it away, he'd happily accept that, too.

"I do."

Tasting blood and come, he chews on the inside of his lips and cheeks. Anything to distract himself, anything to muffle his voice. He's successful with that and the only noise that gets out is a drawn-out sigh when the man finally starts moving. On the other hand, he can't prevent the shuddering, the fresh sheet of sweat when his body heat flames up.