He rests his head on Jackie's knees and closes his eyes as a shudders runs though him, taking the tension out of his body, at last. He's contented to wait for his Master to deliberate, and to enjoy the soothing fingers in his hair. He's happy, too, to let the decision of what to do fall to someone else.

"Is it?" Max opens his eyes again so he can stare questioningly at his Master. Situations? Jackie doesn't mean...? "I would never let anyone else claim me." Although, shamefully, he very briefly had the idea cross his mind with Lord Akeldama.

"But, I think I can see what you mean now. I should have let you have final say before offering my blood to anyone else..."

He fidgets with worry again. "But, how can I tell them to contact you without naming you?"