Ranuk was not surprised to learn that Tamlin had a gentle touch. He was a kind and careful sort of elf, making a concentrated effort not to harm Ranuk even if it was as insignificant as pulling a few hairs. The demon appreciated it, and held still as Tamlin finally pulled the thing away.<br/><br/>Ranuk could not help but to shake himself as a dog might, happy to have the weight off of his neck. The demon did not care for jewelry or trinkets, but Minas had insisted and no one dared to deny the demon queen, not even Ranuk.<br/><br/>He still had the gauntlets on his arms and the gold hoops in his braided mane and all the little delicate chains hanging from his horns, but those were little annoyances that he could sleep with. Tamlin had been kind enough to remove the collar, Ranuk could hardly expect him to do more than that.<br/><br/>"My thanks," the demon said before stretching his great body exactly as a dog would. He yawned while his limbs were extended as far as they could, his maw open wide and every gleaming white tooth bared to the moon light. His many tails bristled, poofing out to their greatest volume before he flicked them smooth once again. He turned himself around, an animal habit, and then settled himself in the grass. His many tails curled across his body and he became a cocoon of fur with only his long snouted face peeking out.<br/><br/>Ranuk would sleep here in the garden and no one in the world could move him.