He breathed for a moment before walking over to the chest. He opened it and pulled out the collar, observing it. He could tell it was a slave collar and that was where he drew the line. If she wanted it on him then it would be forced on him. As he looked at the collar his mind raced with thoughts. He could quickly pick up the baton and try to kill her with it or piss her off to an extreme and make her beat him to death. Any ideas of escape, even if they involved him dieing in the process, raced through his mind. He eyed the leash and contemplated hanging himself somehow. He then dropped the collar back into the chest and slammed it shut then looked to her. "No." If the collar was to be worn on him then it would be forced on him.