[Her wish is his command, within the boundaries of this idiot collar. He dangles his second glove over her for a second before sliding it down her shoulder and arm, to her hand and laying it there. His knee's found its way up to the arm of the sofa, between hers. He keeps his face near her head for a long beat more, enjoying what of her warmth he can get, before pulling back to look at her, eying her hand that has his glove. What's the plan for that, hmm?]