Don't say that. [A small sigh; it's more out of habit than anything. But he looks at Soubi's collar intently, fingers brushing over it and trying to slip between as best as they could. He bites his lip lightly, thinking on those words that had been floating around his mind.
He could never willingly inflict pain on Soubi. There was a chance that none of it could be true, but what if? Then, in the smallest voice he could muster:] Pleasure.