"Honestly? I like ma'am better, but I figured since you were in charge..." He trails off and shrugs. Well, as much as he can with that hold on his 'leash'. It's tempting to think he's only getting off on this because he's been drinking and there's a computer chip in his head telling him to, but that's not really true. He just likes it.

At her tug, he drops obediently to one knee and looks up at her expectantly. In his peripheral vision, he can see a few heads turn to look over at them in curiosity. That kind of appeals to him, too.