Ten's mouth twisted with surprise, at the idea of a witch and a human married, and living in a camp. Most of the world looked down on such a thing, on any attempts to equalize the relationship.
"Well, you won't find me doing little tricks like that," he said. "The magic I do requires sources of power, and I won't waste it on anything I don't need or get paid for."
The sales girl approached with a form to be signed, and the collars all individually wrapped and secured in a bag. All except for the leather one, which she put in Ten's hands.