Prized Pooch

Still, she argued. Artisan shook his head in mock disappointment, giving a soft sigh at her antics not unlike one a parent might give to their unruly pup. "You wound me, Hanako. I get no sick satisfaction out of it, just a lovely walk beside a lovely lady!" It wasn't even entirely a lie - he did simply want a nice walk alongside his pretty new pooch, but it definitely would not be as enticing an experience if she wasn't properly harnessed and bedazzled like a proper pet should be.

She stood and Artisan straightened, stepping forward (into what would definitely be considered her personal bubble) to lord his extra height over her in the most casual way. His bluff had been called and it was up to him to uncharacteristically subdue her before he had to ruin his fun and actually start a fight. "It's non-negotiable as in, in thirty seconds you will be in this collar. The sun is going down and we don't have time to clean you up after, so if we're going to do this your way, you'd better be prepared to go out in public looking like a used and beaten rag." Meeting her gaze firmly, he waited.

"Speech"