He watches he closely for a time, still trying to reason out what he's attempting to ask. A small chuckle at reminding him of someone. His hand idly taps the arm of the couch as he thinks. "A safeword," he concludes. "A way to cease an encounter? Agreement by omission. Control stripped by your consent."

He considers that a moment then adds, "It is not an unfamiliar concept. I have not engaged in that sort of activity in quite some time." Discounting his numerous slaves, of course. "We would have agree upon your limits in advance and other specifics."