Oh, you know how it goes. You browse a sex shop, check out the wares, the wares check you out...

[ a grin twists jan's lips and he laughs a little, even as he tips his head just a bit toward the hand pushing back his hair. he reaches up and tugs just a bit at the collar still around his neck, the energy around it seemingly mollified somehow. maybe it just wanted to be put to use?

he'd rather not think about sentient sex toys. ]

I mean I've never been picked by a collar before. Should I be flattered?