Recalling what Bezou had told him, Anon took his gaze off the collar and towards Minuette’s neck. She was an extremely cute mare, and Bezou’s instructions did say for him to find exactly that. If there was ever a test subject, and one who’d likely accept the collar without question, it’d be her. The thought was devious, but he was fairly certain the collar wouldn’t cause any real harm, and she’d be fine while also sating his curiosity. He couldn’t assume the collar was malicious, at least so he believed, so the idea of letting her try it on seemed safe enough.