He hadn't actually known before now, only suspected. But then Shinjirou tenses up in his arms, going quiet and shuttered, and Jade knows the answer before he even replies.

Ah. So he had been right. This complicates things.

"Anything you can tell me," he says, mirroring Shinjirou's idle movements to push a shaggy clump of brown hair out of his eyes. His grip relaxes, a lazy embrace once more. "Their members. Their goals. Your association with them."

He thinks about making a game out of it, trading sexual favours in return for information, but Shinjirou seems to be doing fine without any additional encouragement. His relaxed form seems to mould against Jade's - rather heavily, in fact. Without a word of warning, Jade pulls the two of them down to lie on the bed, still face to face, his arms still wrapped around Shinjirou.

There. Much better.