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Jace listened to what Chris said, but didn't acknowledge that he was listening or that he cared. There was no reason for him to and if he did, he was sure that a simple slap would not be all that Chris got away with.

The car stopped at his place and they got out. Chris stayed where he was next to Jace, looking at his house and commenting about Titan. Jace ignored him as he paid the driver a tip and the man drove off. After that was done, he started walking toward his house, hell bent on ignoring Chris before his anger out the best of him. Chris sure did have issues that Jace was willing to fix for him.

Once inside, Chris following behind him, Jace flipped on the lights, heading for the kitchen.

Jace waited in the kitchen for Chris to get done in the shower. Though the other had seriously pissed him off, he was much calmer now and levelheaded, but he couldn’t stand things like what Chris had done. Plus, his plans and dealings with Titan and Kyle would be stunted because of it and that was what pissed him off in the first place. Like he cared if Chris copped a feel on Titan. It was more than Titan got in ever. No one liked the sleazy guy.

Sighing, Jace took out a bottle of water from his fridge to drink. Then, Chris walked in fresh and newly dressed. For a moment, Jace wanted to yell at him but it vanished. He just calmly took out another cigarette and lit it. Smoke streamed from it as he looked at Chris up and down, eying the outfit that he had put on. Princy indeed. “Depends on what you refer to as edible, Princy.” He didn’t care for the nickname that Titan tagged Chris with, but he found himself using it. It seriously did fit the guy. An aura of nobility and wealth flowed from, though it was apparent he had nothing to his name now. It was just a name.

“We’re gonna talk about a few things, but you could use some food huh, doggy? Whatcha want?” Jace smirked at calling Chris ‘doggy’. He passed him on the way to get a few plates and cups down from a cupboard, ready to cook something. Jace was an excellent cook since he was a bachelor, living alone. Freedom. It was a good and blessed thing.

Jace took what Chris said about him not being a ‘pet’ in good nature. The smirk on his face never vanished as he looked to the guy from where he was perched in the kitchen. There was no use in talking to a man who was used to others following his orders without question or back talk. Only thing was, Jace followed no one’s orders unless they proved to be an advantage for him and in this case, it wasn’t.

He also didn’t follow commands very well. Chris would have to learn a few things, and old dogs could still learn new tricks. He knew that all too well. Still, he said nothing as Chris left the kitchen, obviously not wanting a thing to eat. Jace heard him ascend up the steps and go back into his room. Laughing to himself, the man clapped his hands together silently and went upstairs to his own room as well. In his closet was a little locked box, one he liked very much but didn’t really get much of a chance to use. Grabbing it now, he took the box with him into Chris’s room.

“Hope you like surprises, doggie.” He whispered as he unlocked the box and took out the handcuffs within. Jace was careful to not jingle them as he handcuffed poor Chris’s feet and hands to the bed posts. With that accomplished, he covered him back up with his sheet and left the room, feeling hungry himself now. Pancakes sounded good, no matter what the time of day was.

While Chris was sleeping, Jace had cooked and ate an Italian dish. It was Spaghetti. Though he thought his mother had made it way better than he ever could, and he had even lived in Italy or a while. Weird how mom’s cooking was still far superior to his own. But he had liked it nonetheless. There was still some left to incase Chris wanted to eat after his nap. Jace laughed as he mentally pictured what Chris’s state was now. His laughter carried on into his room, heading for a shower. That girl’s perfume was still on his clothes and he didn’t much like the smell, too flashy.

He took a long time in the shower, singing and humming as he cleaned his body. It was mostly to irritate Chris, who was now awake and hollering. In the shower, Jace tsked the man. That was no way for a dignified man like him to be speaking. This thought only made Jace laugh harder as he got out, dried himself, and got dressed for bed in boxers and red lumberjack patterned pajama pants.

Letting his hair air dry, Jace walked through the house to Chris’s room, yawning as he came inside, flipping the light on. “Hey. People are trying to sleep here ya know. What gots your panties in a twist.” He glanced over the guy’s bod to his arms and legs, smirking lightly. “Oh yea. My little accessories for my wittle doggie. Can’t have you wandering the house all you want, not with that attitude of yours.” Jace sauntered over to Chris’s beside, running his fingers up the man’s leg and all the way to his right hand cuff. It wasn’t tight, but Chris had done some damage to himself. Masochist. “Aww you scrapped your skin up. Isn’t there like a code o honor for that between you pretty boys?”

Jace watched as Chris calmed down enough to be still. He knew he'd have to do something about the cuffs so that he wouldn't hurt his wrists anymore, but a little pain for right now was nothing. It wouldn't tame the guy, but it would tell him how dire his situation was and how serious Jace was being.

The moment Chris gave into him, Jace smiled. Finally, even though he had a feeling it wouldn't last for every long. But, no worries. He had other ways as well. He owned his techniques to his job and all that he had seen and experienced while working.

His eyebrow picked up when Chris pleaded to be let go. He smirked at the release part though and at the honesty he saw in the others eyes. "Please? Did I not tell you to behave yourself back then? I see that you can actually do it, but as to why you defied my orders, I don't think I'll release you just yet." He sat down on the bed and pulled the cover over Chris to cover him. "Let's just chat for a while."

Jace listened and nodded when he spoke of Titan. Though, he didn't care about what he would have said to Titan, it was the interference of his job to get some info about some dealing from Tin that pissed him off more. "I don't care about that. I had told you to behave until I got something from Titan, but did you? No. That's the part I am pissed about. You truly have issues with listening."

Jace stared at Chris as he thought about what he was going to do with the other. Honestly, he hadn't really thought that far into it and he hadn't expected Chris to calm down this much or plead. He thought Princy would just shout at him for like ever. But that hadn't happened or didn't last long. Jace looked away, pulling his pack of cigs from the waist line of his pants. He didn't go anywhere without smokes.

He placed one in his mouth but didn't light it as he looked back to Chris. "Depends on how you act or unless you have to use the restroom or something." Or on his mood. Right now he was a tad pissed but he was starting to mellow out.