Anger faded quickly to a low simmer, instead of it's previous explosive and volatile incarnation. The imposing man moved to sit down by Gabe, his weight making the bed sag. Byron's heart shivered, hearing such words leaping from the other's lips and his name being spoken. "Alright. Just, don't do it again, or I will make sure you regret it." There was no threat in the words. Byron saw this as no more then a statement of fact, a proof of his will and lordship.

"In the meantime, you want my company? That could be arranged ..." Perhaps he would bring the other man upstairs, or better yet, show him his beloved workroom. Yes, that was what he would do, and perhaps he could make something for his pet. A leash sounded appropriate, made of chain ending in leather, that would work. It would make trusting the other man out of his room all the easier, if he held something binding him.