He smiled as he swirled his tongue around, one claw tracing a design on the floor, which writhed about before becoming a leather collar with his name on it, similar to the ones used to claim slaves in the lands where Cerul's mother was held. The hobgoblin bard would get one as well, since he figured that Cerulean wouldn't be willing to let him leave without her and he wasn't going to let that delicious goblinoid get away. He slipped the collar around her neck, it had an easy release clip, and if she was offended by it she could easily remove it.