Cyrus didn't need a leash or any sort of restraint. There was no need to restrain her she had obviously been trained in obedience on some level. She knew what to do and when not to speak. It took one less thing off his plate since he didn't have to train her. However anyone would know just who she belonged to by the collar that was around her neck. It was made of silver one of the metals that represented the Silverra family as well as his family crest hanging from it. For style the collar was of course decorated in jewels to display his wealth. In some ways the hells had a sort of medieval traditions about them.<br/><br/>He didn't offer his arm. Not so much out of disrespect but it was one of the hells. There were no white knights here. Some demons had honor and he was one of them but their relationship was not yet one where he would have done so without any real thought or reason to. It they had been visiting another hell perhaps but it would have been more of a display of dominance. On the other side of that if she happened to grab his shirt or arm to hold on to as they walked he wouldn't pull away. "Time starts to blur together when doing those sort of things. It's easy to lose track of time." He stopped briefly to look down at Argent. "Besides I would like to know if my people are starving. The throne means nothing if you don't have the support of the people." He gave her a warm smile one that didn't come about too often. It didn't take them long after to reach the garden.