As Clara spoke, Jaden grew quiet head rising up to stare out her in slight disbelief. His face didn't change much, but his redden eyes seemed to crack as a tumultuous torrent of emotions stirred behind him. Anger fought with Sadness, hurt grappled with guilty understanding, but the strongest emotion of them all was a quiet worry. He didn't say anything at first, continuing to stare at her in silence. Soon, however, the quiet was broken as he dropped his head once more with a heavy sigh, too tired -physically and mentally- to do anything else.

[color=Ivory]"Yeah . . . I guess I can."[/color] With a hollow chuckle, Jaden mustered up the energy to pull the cover of the blanket over himself, creating a loose cloth cocoon around his frame. His eyes, hidden beneath the locks of his white hair, seemed to gaze off into the infinite abyss. He struggled to find words to fill the void of silence, but every time he felt the urge to speak, the twisted knot of emotions within his heart tightened in their confusion, inflicting an almost physical pain upon him. After a short while, however, he managed to get something out, choosing his words and tone very carefully. [color=Ivory]"Clara . . . no matter what you feel about me or what I've done, you must not seek comfort in that demon's embrace. His touch is like poison, eating away at you from the inside the more you indulge in him. He doesn't seek you out of passion or any human emotion, but because he simply wants something from you, though what that is I have no clue."[/color] 

Looking back up towards Clara, Jaden felt his throat constrict as he continued to speak, feeling equal measures of guilt and anger as he looked upon the marks that covered Clara's form. He hadn't been conscious of it, and it wasn't even his doing that brought them about, but he still felt responsible, still felt like with every moment he spent around her, he was putting her in more and more danger. Not only that, but deep down inside the deepest darkness of his heart, he felt a bitter rage and disgust for her. No matter how much he tried to deny it in his mind or justifying her actions in his head, he felt hurt, used, and betrayed in the worst way. While some part of him tried to say that he had done similar, he knew deep inside that the two things weren't not the same, and that once he realized his error, he'd done his best to make up for it. But Clara would do no such thing, would she? She had fallen for the lies of a demon and used his body as a sacrifice for what, a night's pleasure? To become that demon's whore? 

[color=Ivory]"Whatever pleasure you derive from being his plaything, I assure you that it isn't worth it. He's a master manipulator, knows your every dream and desire, as well as how best to use them in order to twist you to his whims."[/color] Despite his best efforts, Jaden couldn't hide the harshness in his tone, as well as the hurt that ached from the wounds she'd inflicted on him. [color=Ivory]"And when he's done, all that's left is a lustful husk that serve him as worker bees do their queen, collecting life energy and lust within themselves in the hopes to have a singular taste of the sweet honey that is his essence. That's what happened to those women in the club, and that's what will happen to you if you continue this fool's errand. Do you understand?[/color]

He wasn't sure if it was the demon that he harbored, or if this impulse was all his own, but deep, deep, deep down, Jaden wanted to make Clara fear him. Deep down, he wanted to grab her by her throat, and use her just as she had used him. It was a dark, dark impulse, and as soon as it surfaced, it was struck down by a wave of guilt and self-loathing . . . but it still remained, like a ever-burning ember in the back of his mind. Looking over her once more, his strengthened ties to his demon within him, he could sense her hunger for blood. Again, a part of him wanted her to suffer for what she'd done, but instead he let out a sigh before pulling the cover from over his head. Turning his head away, he bore his neck towards Clara, muttering a curt [color=Ivory]"Drink."[/color] as he did so. Letting her go around hungry would likely cause more issues then it was worth to satisfy the grudge he held.