Hearing the ever-so-faint "click" as the red light on his collar went on, a moment before he felt the subtle tug of the remote's effects - Mistress must have it on low, as he knew from experience on its highest settings he may very well have just rammed the door to her office - he looks at his fellow "pet", opening the door and holding it for her.<br/><br/>He entered her office quietly, his footfalls nearly silent. His lean, muscular runner's body was shown off rather well in the clothing she had her "Kittens" wear in public, and he smiles in pleasure at the sight of her.<br/><br/>"Shall I carry your bag Mistress?"