“There is a chance something could happen to rid you of that mark. I have heard whispers of occasional designation swaps.” He said as he stood up, moving over towards her. Soon he’s standing in front of her, hands gripping her hips and pulling her towards him.

“My only advantage here is time. I was in the same situation as you when I first got here.” Though he decided not to mention that the collars were just introduced a little over a year ago.

He was far from calm and steady but had learned to control pretty much every aspect of his emotions over time, even though the lid would come off occasionally. He smiled down at her.

“Perhaps I was.” He said leaning down towards her and capturing her lips. The grip of his hands firm. Her demeanor told him she wasn’t going to be patient much longer.