Arawn was smarter than her on this aspect. He was used to prisoners and he knew well enough the trick of no shackles or route. He watched her tail and his smile faded as the seriousness seeped back into his face<br/><br/>He grabbed the shakles, nodding for her to offer her hands, "I appreciate your cooperation," he told her, a smile barely creeping back onto his face as he let his eyes retain that glossy, dead gaze that kept him from caring to much about circumstances and more for work. "While you're at it, I want you to address me as Huntsmen, and I shall address you as you please to be, within reason.<br/>," He advised, trying to seem as professional as possible.<br/><br/>Arawn smiled at her snort, thinking it cute as he observed her as a human... small, petite almost, well to him and with beautiful long hair. He decided there to call her 'princess'. " Glad to see it," he commented back when she informed him of her change of state.