"What paperwork?" Samandriel asked, turning his head to brush his nose against Mitchell's cheek so very near to stealing a kiss, bare and growing harder by the moment against his love. "I serve you," he murmured lowly, pressing close against him, his own blunt edged teeth dragging against Mitchell's jaw as he tucked his wings out of the visible plane. "There's no need for a lawyer or for paperwork. I want my collar back on, my love. Your collar. I told you all this would change nothing between us, and even if you go through the trouble of freeing me, I'm still wearing your collar."