Maxime stares at you, his expression neutral as he tries to hide the flusteredness that's slowly creeping into his face. He glances down at the leash and collar that are placed in your hands. His antennae twitching at the thought of what you are probably planning to do with them... Swallowing, he looks back up at your face, his voice betraying his embarassment as he speaks.

What...are you planning to do with zis?...