I... don't have much experience with the actuality of it, but from what I do know, you're right. [She looks back over at the human table. Honestly, this should probably fluster her, and it does, but she's thinking so much about the logistics of everything else that at least it keeps the blush down to a mild dusting of pink across her cheeks.]

At least, in a normal place. I-I mean, not that I would go looking for it [Oh now the fluster's caught up to her.] but... the way they're doing it, what they're talking about... and then we get... this.

[She doesn't recognize him, but she does pull herself out of her thoughts long enough to look over at him and... oh. He's... he's got the line on his neck.] ... I'm sorry, that's the mark they put on Submissives, isn't it?