Chris gives a rakish smile and leans in as he tilts Hawke's face up so he can easily press their lips together. It feels like an age since he's kissed Hawke. It's a comfortable familiarity, like a favorite sweater.

He lets the kiss linger, something sweet and slow that ends with a slight scrape of teeth to Hawke's lower lip as Chris pulls away. "Be right back."

He moves to the table and it's various containers, but goes directly to one with a few colorful items inside. He takes out a simple collar and returns with it already unbuckled. "If you decide on something more regular, I'll get you one with a dragon on it. Sit forward."