Anders most certainly laughs at that and, Maker, he needed that, but he doesn't dwell on it either. "Alright, fair enough. It is pretty and it does look lovely on you."

His free hand delves into the pocket closest to it and comes back with the golden cuff that he wore for Alaric. "You see...I had the thought that...perhaps it could mean more. It could be more. I suppose, a couple thoughts, actually. One of them is simply this: the city says that this cuff means you belong to me, but I wear it for the opposite. That I belong to you. Perhaps the collar could mean something similar, if you'd like. A statement that you do belong to me, but in the way we've chosen: love and protection and loyalty. If you're wearing the collar, it means anyone seeking to harm or exploit you will have me to deal with. An implication I've attached to the cuff, for me, at least." Because it was still true, the meaning verbally attached or not, it still was the case. The healer and killer behind Alaric's proverbial throne, ready to lash out if anyone tried or did harm the general.

"Is that something that would interest you? If not, it doesn't preclude the other idea I had for it."