Ranuk considered his offer; at first Tamlin thought he might refuse, might bristle and suspect the prince of something terrible, but then he lowered his head.  It was a big step, in Tam's opinion-- to let an elf that close to him, to let an elf touch him, one that wasn't armed with a blade or aiming to kill.<br/><br/>The prince smiled a little, and got to work: the collar was magnificent but solid, and the clasp wasn't as simple as Tamlin had expected.  Nonetheless, he was determined to get it off... but first, Ranuk's fur would need to be dealt with.  It was long, very thick, and kept getting caught in the jointed pieces of the collar.<br/><br/>It was also very soft, Tamlin thought to himself as he smoothed the fur back; the fur of a mountain being, someone made for the rocks and the pine and the snow.  He accidentally tangled some, and murmured an apology as he combed his fingers through.  It took some time, but first one clasp unhooked, then another, and finally the third, with Tamlin supporting the collar to keep it from falling to the ground.<br/><br/>"There!"  There was a victorious note in the prince's voice, and he hefted the collar off of Ranuk's neck, holding it to his chest to support the weight.  "I imagine that's much better..."