He narrowed his eyes at first. As if there would be piles of manure laying around in his home for him to roll around in. He thought at first that was him being a smart ass, but he did give answers. Real ones.
His eyes flicked over the body in front of him and he kicked lightly at the inside of his ankles. "Spread. I'd hate to have to fasten the ankles as well." He stepped closer and right up close, he was barely eye to eye, even though he was still in shoes. "Very much a man, let's see if you can keep that up. Fine, no dresses, and no permanent marks. As you heal, that would take some doing." He shrugged and raised a hand to finger the collar, deciding if it should be tightened or not. He closed his hand over the silver and hissed out a breath as the burn pushed away the need his blood had aroused.