She was still catching her breath as he tucked himself into pants, and so she was surprised to hear his next statement. "You’ve done well, my perfect slut." Her eyes snapped to his and she gasped at not only the brush of magic as the collar faded back into her skin but also the warmth at his praise.  Was that his phrase for dismissing the collar? Good grief.  She looked up at him, eyes shining, and he regarded her with some amusement. 