I’m not sure I would label it as kindness, but you’re welcome anyway. [ He offers him a crooked smile, giving his shoulder a squeeze, before glancing down at the leash in his hand. And how not to make this humiliating for the other man as they move through the store. The length of leather is short enough between them that it doesn’t leave many options beyond the obvious.

Biting back a sigh, he tries to leave enough slack that Basch will be comfortable at his side, even as he starts looking around the store. ]

There were a few sales clerks working back by the dressing rooms. Maybe we can ask them? It’s this way.

[ He motions with a hand back in the direction he’d just come, moving to retrace his steps and hoping they’d be able to come up with a solution to whatever was wrong with this object. He didn’t mind the display, not really, but he hadn’t forgotten that tension, either. Even if some of it has seemed to relax from the answer he’d given. He’s not sure which part, exactly, but apparently something had reassured the man he was now leading by the throat - literally. ]