[The prompting elicits a confused expression that manages to drop the reluctance from Jasper's lips. He doesn't look back at his old friend. In fact, he doesn't look anywhere but at the ground. It doesn't make sense, what he wants. The fact that he is even this close to whispering it would earn him all sorts of trouble were they home.

But they are not on Erdrea and the Lord of Shadows is not here. Surely that makes this a little easier?

And so his voice comes, quiet and thoughtful.]

Certainly not your friendship. I appreciate that ship has sailed and we both took steps to scupper it. Though it hardly dwells broken beneath the waves. Sometimes I think...

[There is something worth salvaging? His fingers pick at his clothing, his pendant resting beneath. Its presence niggles the back of his mind and he takes time to finish.]

I think your effort towards me lately has done you credit. I would welcome the chance to return it. As a... as a...

[Friend? Companion? Partner? Colleague? He would like to try again, regardless. Does he need spell it out?]