[ Keita blinks back, then smiles and dangles the freed leash between them. Goodness, such an imagination behind such an innocent face—not that Keita's entirely surprised, given what he's gleaned about Aak. ]

Well, if you'd like to see it I certainly won't decline.

[ Mostly he means the collar, but truthfully Keita means the rest of it too—the riding crop and any number of other equally perverted things Aak can think of. It's fine with him for Aak to be the more aggressive between them—in fact, Keita largely prefers it that way.

He balances the crop neatly across the pile in Aak's arms, then tilts his head a little and says, ]

I'd ask if you would put it on me, but it seems you haven't enough hands. Shall I do it myself, then?