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Oh...? And here I thought you were going to chicken out on me. Ah, I'll have to affix a cross charm to it later.

[Ain just has a collar, of course, because he does what he does and if a man wants to be collared he won't say no. That said... Wolfwood can simply have this one, which he's pulling from his bag of stuff (another bottle of oil, extra clothing, more leather things, you know how it is). He stands on his tiptoes to affix it to Wolfwood's neck, kissing along his pulse as he tugs the leather into place and does up the buckle. It's a snug, but not overly tight, fit.

Pretty... Ain slips his finger through the ring and tugs on it a tad playfully.]

Gorgeous boy... what am I going to do with you, hm?