At first it helps that he averts his eyes, but of course Jade has to reach out and touch him. He sucks his stomach in and clenches his fists, breathing himself through the moment. There are various insults lying on the tip of his tongue, ready to be hurled at Jade, but it's too early in the day to start a fight.

Especially in his position. A slave.

He shudders, glancing at Jade when he hears him speak up again. It feels like ants crawling under his skin and heat rises into his face. He shouldn't feel proud; he does, but biting into his lips keeps him from smiling. "Yeah?"