"Hey, pick a time, a place, and some skin and I will," Chris said simply, and his eyes flashed to the door when it opened, a scowl appearing for the worker but he otherwise stayed quiet. Sure, he saw the mark as an act of possession and love, and a bit about ownership. But he was a man, and that's how he figured all men thought. It was natural to mark terroritory. It's why women wore engagement rings while men rarely did, Chris figured. Toby wasn't going to wear no ring for Chris, he knew that much. He'd settle on a tattoo. Even if the man didn't claim to be devoted to him yet, Chris was sure it would happen eventually.