"Something wrong with a pokeball?" He asked, not expecting an answer. Moving back into his tent to take out a collar a matching leash, he seemed to leave her with a small chance to get away. A closer inspection however, showed that the pokeball matched to her was but a reach of his hand away, clipped to his belt, ready to be used if she showed the slightest intention of leaving. He had already said he couldn't trust her yet, though the bond that forms between a trainer and a pokemon can either be good or bad, it will form eventually. He just hoped his honesty, something she could trust him on showing, would prove to her that he wasn't the baddest sort of man.<br/><br/>Holding up the collar and leash as soon as he got them, he slowly approached her. Taking his time, giving her a little longer to adjust to the situation she would soon be in. Both his hands in front of his chest, his left holding the collar and his right the end of the leash. It seemed to be made of some synthetic material, black or dark-blue, impossible to see in this low light. Unknown to her yet, it was reinforced with many layers of metal wire. This was an immensely strong leash, made from the same heavy duty materials used to lift tons of cargo or to support climbing marines. Unless she had diamond teeth, she wouldn't get through this. The only other problem he had, was making she she didn't just remove the end of the leash. First things first though, putting it on.<br/><br/>Squatting in front of her, his face showing that he was still impressed with her body, and probably even more if she wore that collar, he waited until she made herself ready. "You picked this option, hold out your neck and I'll put it on nice and tight." He did exactly that, it wasn't too uncomfortable, but she would be constantly reminded of the leash, and his ownership of her.<br/><br/>He stood back, looking at her somewhat proud. That collar looked good, and he held the end of the leash in his hand as the proud owner that he was. "If you try to escape, I will need to punish you. You understand this right? This pokeball here," He patted the device on his belt with his free hand. "proves my ownership, and the bond it forges between us." He would leave her some time to let that sink in, and retreat into his tent for the night afterwards. She wouldn't be able to see that he tied the end of the leash around his wrist, and pulling the cord through his sleeve once again around his middle. Running off would wake him instantly, and trying to pry the leash loose was almost impossible. Adrian was certainly a trainer with a sharp mind.