[ So that was the way it was going to be. She could already feel the constraints of the collar, and a little effort revealed to her she couldn't phase into her butterflies to get away from him-- she was rendered physical with this collar, and it starts a little excitement in her-- so she can't run, even if she wanted to? She really was settling in for a big game.

She has qualms about being his pet, of course, but she did bow to his terms, and she wasn't one for turning down the challenge. Pets could own their masters, after all, and command them to do their bidding-- she would be an unruly thing, and she hoped he'd know it. ]

Hoh. I see... you really pull out all the stops, don't you? I'll agree to all of it-- just don't expect me to be a placid kitten who'd eat out of the palm of your hand. I'm sure you're well aware.

[ She'll make eye contact with him, occasionally flitting down to the mark where she bit him. Ah, yes, if there's anything she'll get out of this battle, she dealt the very first blow. ]

I'm ready to start whenever you are, uho.