He got it. Sort of. He didn't really get how she could belong to someone that way and still have a boyfriend. But that was really up to them, wasn't it?

Still holding her hand, he reached up his free hand and touched the collar lightly with the tips of his fingers, thoughtful.

"This is why people call you a prostitute?" he asked, his voice going cold with disdain. He frowned at her. "Birkin knows? And your Mistress also knows about him?"