Hawke obeys. He kneels without question, watches Chris' face quietly as he fastens the collar, but in so doing he notices something a little off. It's not anything big, just an unfocused quality to Chris' gaze, something turned more inward than without, and it only lasts a moment.

But Hawke still notices.

"Chris?" He says his friend's name softly, still kneeling with the blond's finger crooked through the ring at his throat, but the tone is less one of submission than of concern. Something is off.

"Are you alright?"