Tehvar hissed and pushed Valdemar back. "<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>will choose how the collar goes on my slave!" he roared. He loosened it a little, but left it tight enough that it would probably still be uncomfortable. "I happen to like it when she can breathe, as it is rather important to my purposes for her," he growled. "And don't threaten her, either. That's my job. Don't you even<span style="font-style: italic">touch</span>her without my express permission." His eyes burned with anger. "I won't put up with any attempts to sabotage the Colosseum fight in a month and a half."