[ Even though Hank doesn't complete the thought himself, Connor's auto-fill politely completes the notion for him, he could get Hank's name on some kind of collar. A loaded suggestion, but not entirely a bad one, considering it is the issue that started this whole branch of thought in the first place. Obviously, Connor finds something in the idea of wearing Hank's name appealing. But how, and why? ]

There's a vast number of online shops, yes. More options than we had case files. As fast as I can browse and process them... it's still difficult to discern where to start, or what I'll enjoy most.

[ Connor nods along his understanding, easily categorizing Hank's answer as 'both', and then, 'both, aligning with Connor's interest'. ]

I'll keep that in mind, and I appreciate your willingness to allow me to experiment. I can see that your driving Hank, you don't need to point that out [ he does not quite bat his eyelashes, but he neatly folds one knee across the other and drapes his laced fingers across his pristinely packaged cargo. ] It isn't my fault you're so distracted by my eyes [ It's vibrantly affectionate teasing, pestering Hank where as before he might have only politely apologized for being a distraction, instead. ]

Understood. I will keep my hands to myself. If you are willing to attend the appointment with me, then I won't make a mess of you before we go in. [ His head cants just so, as though tipped by the weight of the thought wandering across his mind ] It's a pity I can't mitigate the mess myself [ his gaze combs down Hank's body like a heavy-petting hand. ] You could fuck my mouth to completion and remain relatively clean. Sadly, I should keep my internal storage clean before something like this

[ Yes Hank, he absolutely loves torturing you. It might even be his favorite thing. ]