((Hope you don't mind the liberties I took with the 'massage'... XD))
"So you've changed your mind about wanting an assistant?" He smiled faintly. "And I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to," he lightly pointed out, and, though it remained unspoken, the rest of his thought was clear enough: Nor could you force me. Vladimir's answer hadn't been particularly helpful, but he didn't mind; it hadn't escaped his notice, both heard and felt, that the Baron had also perceived some essence of his mood and was concerned.
It was increasingly strange, this little meeting with Vladimir—fear would have been much more rational than concern. He didn't even appear to mind that Jasper had him in a fairly vulnerable position. Perhaps one day he would look back on his encounters with Jasper and realise exactly the sort of risk he'd taken inviting such a being into his private quarters, and even allowing the vampire to touch him. Not death, obviously—but the potential of experiencing a pain so excruciating death would have been a great kindness by comparison.
And Jasper did intend to touch him. He contemplated using a warming charm on his hands first, but ultimately dismissed the idea. It would only be a further deception, when the entire purpose of this 'exercise' was to offer Vladimir the truth. Let him do with it what he would.
"Is something wrong?" he asked vaguely. "I suppose I'll let you be the judge of that. And please tell me if this hurts." Though he tried his best to be as gentle as possible when he slid his hands onto the Baron's shoulders and very lightly gripped them, turning the man so he was fully facing away, it most likely felt like being handled by vises. And that wasn't the part Jasper had been worried about being painful. That came a moment later, when he started at the back of Vladimir's neck and worked his way outward and downward—working the muscles, attempting to ease the tension and knots from them, and pressing his thumbs along either side of Vladimir's spine. He did take the utmost care in doing this, but it was by no means gentle by human standards. He murmured an apology when he heard a rather alarming crack, as of a joint popping, or, possibly, cartilage breaking. He rather hoped he hadn't just inadvertently snapped the man's spine. Since physical contact amplified Jasper's empathic influence, at least the Baron would be feeling inexplicably relaxed despite any pain.
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Date: 2009-05-23 04:06 am (UTC)"So you've changed your mind about wanting an assistant?" He smiled faintly. "And I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to," he lightly pointed out, and, though it remained unspoken, the rest of his thought was clear enough: Nor could you force me. Vladimir's answer hadn't been particularly helpful, but he didn't mind; it hadn't escaped his notice, both heard and felt, that the Baron had also perceived some essence of his mood and was concerned.
It was increasingly strange, this little meeting with Vladimir—fear would have been much more rational than concern. He didn't even appear to mind that Jasper had him in a fairly vulnerable position. Perhaps one day he would look back on his encounters with Jasper and realise exactly the sort of risk he'd taken inviting such a being into his private quarters, and even allowing the vampire to touch him. Not death, obviously—but the potential of experiencing a pain so excruciating death would have been a great kindness by comparison.
And Jasper did intend to touch him. He contemplated using a warming charm on his hands first, but ultimately dismissed the idea. It would only be a further deception, when the entire purpose of this 'exercise' was to offer Vladimir the truth. Let him do with it what he would.
"Is something wrong?" he asked vaguely. "I suppose I'll let you be the judge of that. And please tell me if this hurts." Though he tried his best to be as gentle as possible when he slid his hands onto the Baron's shoulders and very lightly gripped them, turning the man so he was fully facing away, it most likely felt like being handled by vises. And that wasn't the part Jasper had been worried about being painful. That came a moment later, when he started at the back of Vladimir's neck and worked his way outward and downward—working the muscles, attempting to ease the tension and knots from them, and pressing his thumbs along either side of Vladimir's spine. He did take the utmost care in doing this, but it was by no means gentle by human standards. He murmured an apology when he heard a rather alarming crack, as of a joint popping, or, possibly, cartilage breaking. He rather hoped he hadn't just inadvertently snapped the man's spine. Since physical contact amplified Jasper's empathic influence, at least the Baron would be feeling inexplicably relaxed despite any pain.