Glaran shook his head slightly. "Oh you really should not have done that." With a few steps he was standing over the princess a leg on each side of her, and with practised ease he slipped the noose around her neck. It wasn't tight enough to be uncomfortable, save of course for the idea of being collared. The assassin took hold of the knot, pulling her head up sharply, effectively cutting her off from air. "Last chance, love. You're either walking or crawling." Where Rolan had been the epitome of anger, Glaran showed no emotion at all as she struggled to breathe.