Alaric flushing is always lovely, though he feels a little badly for it in this case. He leans in for a quick kiss, hand coming up to hover at the clasp of the collar.

"What I was going to do does not require this if you'd rather the-" what was the word? Like act in a play- "scene over. We can continue the conversation while I give you the massage I intended. What would you like?" His hand stayed by the clasp, waiting for his own instructions for their continued context.