( he follows crais up, and presses up against his back, reaching around for his wrists. he positions his hands where he wants them against the dresser, and while he's so near he kicks crais' feet a little further apart, resulting in his thigh briefly between the other man's. he grinds a little forward, hands at crais' hips to move him into the proper position, and then steps back. the switch into headspace is near instant, and that playful little attitude drops off like a piece of clothing he's shucked and discarded at the door.

with his hand at the small of crais' back — )

Thirty strokes. Count them out, call me sir. Safeword if you need to stop. Say 'yellow' if you need me to slow down.

( he reaches for the cane crais had selected, and swishes it a couple times through the air to get the weight and the feel of it, judging where he'll have to stand to avoid the tip clipping his hip on a wraparound. he brings it down against his own thigh with weight behind it, just to gauge exactly how much pressure he can use on crais, and thus satisfied, he steps back into place. )

Hold that posture. If you lose it, I'll wait for you to get back to it. We'll do twenty over clothing, ten naked. Understood?