Even if he were interested in escaping already, he wouldn't try anything: running out onto the streets without clothing is always a dumb idea. Docile as he can be, he waits until he hears the cuffs meet the floor before he moves. Lifting his hands up to his face, he investigates them for any cuts or bruises the restraints might have left on him. Looks fine to him.

Rubbing his wrists, he turns to face Jade, one eyebrow raised. "Doesn't look like there's anything to do for me here. Uhm. Apart from making dinner? That gonna be my first task?"

Shinjirou taps his fingers against the collar, pushing one beneath the leather. It's not too tight and he doesn't have the key to unlock it anyway. He can deal with a bit of collar and leash, he guesses, and drops his hands down to his sides. In a way the leather clinging to his skin is reassuring, not that he'd admit to it.