Piro would visibly hesitate and reconsider his course of action as you incinerate a pile of clothing with your magical lightning.  Though, that quickly changes when he watches the magical restraints bind your arms and your resulting frustration with the collar.  He even goes so far as to chuckle at your misfortune while returning the dagger to its sheath.<strong>”Now who is the one who is pretending to be threatening?”</strong><br/><br/>As he closes the distance between you, he hooks a finger around the collar and takes a closer look at it.<strong>”Interesting…”</strong>Though he cannot see any writing on it, he can recognize a slave collar when he sees one.<strong>”Somebody who invests in a collar like this doesn’t simply let their property run rampant around town fucking random street performers.”</strong>Piro’s eyes would meet yours directly with a knowing smile across his muzzle.<strong>”Something tells me you would rather word didn’t get out that a slave kittygirl with wings wearing a magical collar was hiding in this town; it’s the sort of information that would spread like wildfire through the blackmarket.”</strong><br/><br/>Clearly amused with the turn of events, Piro lounges in the chair across from you.<strong>”We’ve got an extra room here, so you can claim it as your own for the time being.  Hell, you can even convince yourself that you’re the leader of our little gang; it won’t be true, but it would be a nice change of pace for you to be messing with your own mind.”</strong>He would cast a glance towards the bathroom.<strong>”Though, you may want to break your hold on Tek before his sister gets back.  She’s the sort who’s itching for a fight when she’s in a good mood.”</strong>