Cyrus silently cursed to himself, he knew he should have ran away when he had the chance. "My hands were not inferior, it's how grip and carry things around with, my body was unique in every way and I prefer it that way." He replies with anger in his eyes. "I'm not here to satisfy your selfish needs, easier to swallow!" He scoffs. "I slid down your throat nice and smoothly exactly how I was. Now return me to my normal form or I will not keep you company and I will leave you to be by yourself." He threatens, jumping over his tail and heading towards the entrance. "I refuse to wear a collar of any kind." He barks. It would be clear to Kothar that Cyrus willingness and kindness came to a certain extent. The only way to stop him from running is to either return him back to his human form or force him to stay.