In his mind's eye, the sash over his nipples looks ridiculous, but he feels the intent in it when he shifts at Chris' touch, his posture changing as he rises to those slick, clever fingers and the course fabric rubs against the sensitive nubs. He grunts softly and swallows, feeling again the taught constriction around his throat and it's practically no time at all until he's hard and solid in Chris' hands.

"Do you think so? I don't often wear delicate things..." He's not trying for witty repartee or to undermine Chris for the fun of whatever punishment that might bring, he just earnestly has never thought of himself in anything delicate. His jewelry choices when he wears it at all is usually leather cord and wrought metal, nothing fine or dainty. Unfortunately, it does distract him so that he doesn't answer the issue at hand about the collar. Not that it was a question.

He looks up at Chris, lifting his shoulders slightly and that's enough to shift the sash again and send a shudder through him, pulling a heavy pant and pleasured groan as he settles back again. It's all he can do and while a great deal of him feels there's a wrongness in that, its one he'll revel in instead of fight.