"Is that so?" Came the interested, slightly unbelieving response. At the same time he set about wandering over, leaving his newly selected choices in a small pile to be retrieved soon. Once he was close enough to examine all the details his line of sight flicked from her gnawed upon lip, to her eyes, then to the neat ring of black leather she'd been examining.<br/><br/>He didn't have to look at it long to realise his appreciation of it. Not only was it pretty and elegant but in some loose way it seemed relevant, too. Symbolic of him. And besides, her throat was looking increasingly bare with nothing to adorn it. "This one?" He asked, just in case he'd misread the source of her interest. He was glad when she confirmed that he hadn't.<br/><br/>He picked it up and undid the small clasp at the back of it. It was silver like the clockwork design, and Quentin was not entirely pleased to find it lacking a matching ring to leash, or to bind her with. Still... It was a minor omission that could easily be overcome, and perhaps the lower profile it offered would make it all the prettier.<br/><br/>"It's a good choice, Zoey. It would suit you." He held it open, but not quite high up enough for her to step into its otherwise inviting space. "If you want it, you can have it, but..." If anything it lowered a little. Quentin had one last little drama to repeat to put her through, and it was hardly original but it was so enjoyable for the man that he thought he would make the most of the chance. "You know well enough by now what I expect of you. What your future will hold. If you ask me to put this on you, then I will own you completely; you won't be merely the slave I bought but rather more. I realise I have told you this before, but the time is now to drop to your knees - carefully, I suggest - and give control over yourself to me rather more formally."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>