He had that leather collar around his throat, right above the remains of his hollow mask and Starrk touched it lightly with his fingers. Aizen had requested it but he wasn't sure why. - dxsperate-to-connect
While he’d given Starrk the collar, told him that he’d love to see it around his neck, Aizen hadn’t exactly expected the Primera to do it so quickly. The former Shinigami had to admit, at least to himself, that he was surprised. And that was something few managed to do anymore. Lips curling in a light smirk, he stayed where he was perched upon his couch in his private quarters, just watching Starrk for a long moment. One hand raising, he beckoned the collared man closer, curious if Starrk would recognize the importance of the collar or what it was that Aizen wanted from his Primera.
“Good evening, Starrk.” His voice was a low smooth purr as he watched the Arrancar.