[ Connor says the word thoughtfully, testing out the concept almost like tasting it. That seems... fun. And certainly, Connor could also hop online and risk a google-delve or two if he wants this kind of information, but... there is a lot, a lot of information out there, and he trusts Hank to steer him in the right direction. ]
I see. I'm strong enough that most restraints wouldn't actually deter me from moving, but I suppose that's where giving up control to the other person comes in. Though I think I enjoy the idea of collars a little more.
[ He spares a small blip of processing to watch the road; they're heading in the right direction, and it's just before mid-day on a Sunday, leaving the streets and roads populated but only sparsely. It's sunny and only mildly-cold, a breath of January's Thaw and the scattered flurries sparkle like silver glitter in the fierce raw sunshine. ]
Interesting. I... think I'm seeing the appeal of the symbolism. Are you more interested in wearing the collar, or holding the leash? Metaphorically-- or not, I suppose.
[ Spanking? That's... definitely tempting Connor to open up a thought-tab for a casual internet search. He really shouldn't-- he's not going to right now, but... maybe later? ]
I enjoy your 'horndog' ideas, I thought we established this already? [ Wiseass mode activated, Connor's smirk is subtle but elvish, proper but just a touch vulpine. ] You must really be enjoying this discussion, if your heart rate and shift in circulation is any indication. For all your self-depreciation regarding your age, your body is certainly readily responsive. I haven't even touched you
[ The look he shoots Hank takes far too much satisfied pride in his flustered sate; a savoring smile over half-hooded eyes. ]
And here I wanted you to join me for the appointment. Should we change subject matter?
[ He's not thinking about earning that spanking, but he absolutely is. ]
no subject
[ Connor says the word thoughtfully, testing out the concept almost like tasting it. That seems... fun. And certainly, Connor could also hop online and risk a google-delve or two if he wants this kind of information, but... there is a lot, a lot of information out there, and he trusts Hank to steer him in the right direction. ]
I see. I'm strong enough that most restraints wouldn't actually deter me from moving, but I suppose that's where giving up control to the other person comes in. Though I think I enjoy the idea of collars a little more.
[ He spares a small blip of processing to watch the road; they're heading in the right direction, and it's just before mid-day on a Sunday, leaving the streets and roads populated but only sparsely. It's sunny and only mildly-cold, a breath of January's Thaw and the scattered flurries sparkle like silver glitter in the fierce raw sunshine. ]
Interesting. I... think I'm seeing the appeal of the symbolism. Are you more interested in wearing the collar, or holding the leash? Metaphorically-- or not, I suppose.
[ Spanking? That's... definitely tempting Connor to open up a thought-tab for a casual internet search. He really shouldn't-- he's not going to right now, but... maybe later? ]
I enjoy your 'horndog' ideas, I thought we established this already? [ Wiseass mode activated, Connor's smirk is subtle but elvish, proper but just a touch vulpine. ] You must really be enjoying this discussion, if your heart rate and shift in circulation is any indication. For all your self-depreciation regarding your age, your body is certainly readily responsive. I haven't even touched you
[ The look he shoots Hank takes far too much satisfied pride in his flustered sate; a savoring smile over half-hooded eyes. ]
And here I wanted you to join me for the appointment. Should we change subject matter?
[ He's not thinking about earning that spanking, but he absolutely is. ]