He nods for the confirmation and smiles in return when Hawke does and waits for his friend to do as he's been instructed, the order of the actions a balm of their own. They were always fine and this was no different.

He takes the strip of leather and brushes his fingers back through the right side of Hawke's hair. "Very good, thank you. Now, get on your knees for me so I can affix this around your neck. You won't be having my cock just yet, I'm afraid you'll have to earn it...but I'm sure you'll make me proud and do just that. Won't you?"

It's not a rhetorical question, but the firmness of his tone is matched with the softness of his touch when he moves to affix the collar around Hawke's neck, leaving the simple metal ring facing him. Chris loops a finger through it without pulling too much just yet.