"I..."  Of course she had to be one of those - she didn't look like another Dragon-Blood, and only another Exalt, with stronger control over their Essence, would have been able to collar her.  For all she knew, Lady Miki might have been alive for centuries.  "Very well, Lady Miki," she replied.  She couldn't really object to something done to protect her life from those that would kill her, would she?  "And I suppose when you show your guests that the Dragon-Blood is under your control and that she's not going to pose any danger to them, they'll forget about me."  To Miki's eye, Mana was obviously upset, though she had squashed it with that simple fact.<br/><br/>It was one thing when Miki had just been asking it of her as an exchange - stay here, work for me.  But now, now she was being<em>forced</em>to it against her will.  "Yes, Lady Miki, I won't say anything."  Part of her wanted to rip off the slave collar, but she knew how they worked, and if she tried, she'd most certainly end up dead.  "So, is this what's to become of me?  Being your little dancing girl on the end of your chain?"  Judging whether or not she was capable of being trusted to leave...that was a subjective thing if ever she'd heard it.