Did no one in this country appreciate what a collar meant? It seemed not as Roy's fell on a rather attractive young woman getting far to close to his precious pet for his liking. He knew he had to be discrete but he wasn't about to let this stand. Ordering a drink for both of them, Roy casually came up behind his pet, setting them on the table. Dark eyes met with the young woman, danger in their dark glare. "Who's your new friend, pet?" he asked, letting his hand slip over Ed's collar.
(Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?)
He knew Roy wouldn’t appreciate this, but they were out in public, and Ed tried hard not to do embarrassing things or create a scene that would make Roy look bad. He had spent a lot of time, working on his temper since he devoted himself to their relationship so that he could become someone worthy of his master's attention.
At first, when she stopped by, Ed had thought that maybe she needed something. He hadn’t expected her to stay and had attempted to calmly tell the woman that he wasn’t interested in small talk and that he was already here, with someone. But she seemed abnormally slow on the uptake with what he was saying. Ed guessed that she had already had one too many drinks.
When he felt a hand on his neck and heard that familiar deep voice, he sighed. Really, all he wanted was to have a nice evening with Roy. It wasn’t often they went out together.There was always a certain risk with him at Roy’s side, wearing his collar. Ed hated that things had to be that way, but most people would not understand. The less attention they drew to themselves, the better.
His left hand moved up to gently cover Roy’s in an attempt to assuage him. He briefly turned his head to lightly kiss it and then turned his attention back to the woman. “She’s not really a friend,” Ed gave her a pointed look, hoping she would take the hint, “And was just leaving.”