"Yes, I must have had this one for all of - three years?" he said, balling the remains of the scarf in his hands. "Clearly due for a renewal. I think we might be able to find something for him to entertain himself with." And warding a corner was a better solution than immobilizing the creature, if not quite as satisfying. "Since he's already made this his own, I see no reason he shouldn't have it." Maybe he'd tangle himself in it irreversibly. A man could hope.