Now that the leash was put away, the rest of his circumstances began to sink in. Shannon let his head dip when the hand entered his hair, leaning into the weight of Eli's hand at his collar. With the harness connected to the restraints around his wrists, security in the lack of control that he appreciated even now, and the leather pressed against his skin in the harness's web it did bring a good amount of his focus to the physical reality rather than the thoughts tromping around in his head. Having his hair petted helped a whole lot, too.

"Of course," he answered sincerely. He wasn't feeling jerked around by the collar right now, rather than guided, but he was sure it would feel different if it were on a lead, something distant and impersonal putting a distance between him and the Dom holding the end. "You already knew that. Leash wasn't leather, though."