[ There it is. Unconsciously, he runs his tongue over his lips, feeling something small and freeing shift within him. ]

Well... it would be bad form of me to refuse, wouldn't it?

[ In a moment the scarf's off, collar on display and leash cascading free, and maybe people are looking, but you know what? It was an order! He can't do anything about that! ]

Right. Well. That's over with. Shall we find a table?

[ His face is still burning, but this much, at least, he can handle. ]