[The hand in Kim's hair slips down to press gently against Kim's throat while his thumb brushes over the skin there and the thrum of his pulse.]

Well...that is a good idea. I'll accept a trade of discretion for particular function if you will. We'll find something thicker, then...something to press just...here. [He applies just a little more pressure to Kim's throat as he leans in to hover his lips near his boyfriend's.]

Something with my green in it so you know that press is from me and everyone else can too.

[He pulls back all too quickly with mischievousness in his smile and a hand held out to help Kim from his chair.]

I know just the place.