His skin prickles when there's an actual answer to his question -- and it's more than a hum that could be interpreted either way. No, it's far more than that. Raising his head, he gives a small nod. "Yeah, no. You don't need to tell me. That's safe with me." While he doesn't say as much, he silently hopes Jade will keep his secret as well. The chances for that shouldn't be too bad. Why would he tell anyone about the crazy slave he picked up?

Another thing he feels he's figured out is that despite the other men favoring physical appreciation, Jade likes improved behavior better. Shinjirou bows for him, fingers mentally crossed that it's another good choice he's made. "Thanks."

There are more questions, more than ever now that he's got a glimpse of who Jade is and what his goals are, but he bites his tongue and sits back. "I'll make breakfast now." He slips out of bed, testing if his legs are still wobbly. They aren't; just a bit worn out. He stretches, grimacing from the pinch of pain coursing through his body. Well, that'll be a few fun days. "Any wishes?"