Jesus has held off hoards of the undead with nothing but a knife and his own boots, has slipped into enemy headquarters with every person there ready to shoot him through the skull. He does things risky ways to entertain himself.

But put him in a position where emotions are involved, where he's asked to offer part of himself in any intimate way, and he'll balk every single time. It's how he'd ended up in prison before signing with Drake.

He's aware of this part of himself. He doesn't want it to hurt these two men who have risked letting him get close, letting him into their home.

Sharing poetry? That's something he can do happily. He grins at Drake. "Yeah? I could do that. Do you know any poets already?"