"Hmmm. So handsome, I think I picked those colors well. It's not uncomfortable is it?" Fingers card through through dark bangs, tucking them behind his ear. The collar is worn, soft leather on the inside, made to be easy on the skin. "Do you like it?"

When the man finally relents, Byleth sighs, as though it was some great task to obtain.

"There now. Was that so hard?" He gives one more press with his boot before sitting down on the bed and patting his lap, clicking with his tongue like you'd call a cat. The tug on the leash encouraging him to follow.

"Come lay across my lap. We'll get your punishment for being defiant out of the way first." The punishment is always different, which he prefers to keep Felix guessing. "Hurry up before I get impatient, Felix."