The peaceful moment dragged on as they both sought to recover; Quentin was clearly less worn than Zoey, but he had worked his hips hard and in the first few moments laid out he breathed deeply? Even once he didn't he found a quiet moment with the nuzzling girl to be a soothing and welcome break from the busy activities that usually impinged onto his time.<br/><br/>His hands languidly roamed over her. One cupped a tit, rolling the heavy meat of it in a lazy, vaguely circular way. His fingers clutched possessively to feel the firm flesh resist, while his palm brushed her nipple time and again, which was at least halfway to intentional. The other was hooked around under her head, but from there reached down to roam her spine. At one point he pushed to show his desire for her to cuddle closer.<br/><br/>Sweat thinly covered each of them, and the smell of sex oozing from her was thick in the air, reminding them both of a few moments prior. On one occasion his hand disturbed her position to strain lower in search of the trickle of mess dribbling from her rump; he grinned and wiped it on her back, then resumed stroking while avoiding that one tainted spot.<br/><br/>Once her breath was returning to normal, Quentin had questions. They were dark and leading questions but he asked them softly, careful not to threaten his well behaved plaything with them. "I have been thinking about your collar." He started in a slight preamble, while his hand slid up to stroke her neck. He found a soft patch of skin near the base of it and tickled at it with the tips of his fingers. "Considering your recent behaviour - and how keen I am to see you walking around by a leash, admittedly - I thought I might get it sooner than anticipated. Would my pet like that? Would she remember to do all that is expected of her at a party of her friends?" He turned his head toward her, prising her from his shoulder with his chin, til she had to look up at the eyes angled down at her. For a moment he looked like he might kiss her, and for a moment he wanted to; she rarely looked prettier than when she was gazing up at him. It was one of her best angles. "Speak freely. Will you make me proud, if I deign to collar you? In this party and in all things?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>