"No." That wouldn't change a thing. So what if he told Jade in detail what he is capable of -- maybe Jade would get rid of him or have his next guest be a shrink. Shinjirou pets the blanket as if it were a pet, staring at his hands as they smooth out all the little crinkles.

"You think you're going to tell me no and then I'll be good but that's not how it works." He's stopped by coughing attack for a while and the blanket has to suffer from his hands crumpling it up again. Like a face distorted by shock and pain. "That's not enough."

He doesn't want to attack anyone, least of all someone he's convinced won't be able to defend himself when he loses control. "Shit I wish that'd be enough." It's been so far, but does that mean anything? What if Jade finds the suppressants, what if for some reason he won't be able to take them anymore? That's the only thing that works, drugs.