"Ye.. yes, Mistress. My safeword is Rainbow," Isaac stammered, well versed in how to respond when asked a question. He hoped that his hesitation wouldn't put a stop to their plans, so much so that he offered more.
"It just looks... sharp."
His voice curled around the words, and he licked his lips. He was a werewolf, and would heal quickly, sometimes more quickly than he wished.