Chris looks down at him, expression softening a moment for the answer and a littler smile graces his lips with the addition. "Good boy."

He lets Hawke's chin dip a little to something more comfortable, but follows by taking a knee and pressing a firm, claiming kiss to Hawke's lips. His tongue presses past lips and teeth like the older man's mouth was his to have as he pleased and hums lightly for it. He breaks the kiss when he thinks Hawke's deserved a chance to breathe freely again, and does so by simply standing and then tugging on the loop in the collar once more. "Stand. You're to help me take your clothing off in the sense that you'll move as needed to not hinder me. When you're finished, you'll go lay on the bed and await my joining you. Tell me you understand, Hawke."

Once he's got his friend to his feet, Chris releases him to reach up under Hawke's borrowed shirt and touch along the line of his abdomen while he waits.