Mika stood silent while the other slave came in, arms at his sides and unmoving. He hadn't worn a collar in many years, not since Willard had purchased him. The warlock preferred more permanent means of marking his property, the mans crest permanently inked onto his arms.
Stepping forward, the dhampir knelt once again in front of Carrick. He titled his head up and bared his throat obediently, waiting for the cool leather to wrap around his neck.