Her relief is a physical thing; something hard-wound and tight in her muscles infinitesimally eases, and it feels like a breath she didn't know was being held is finally released. It's all bound up with the featherlight pressure of Lenore's lips on her lips - a hot older woman is kissing her, she is currently being kissed! - and she's left silent and burning as Lenore slips away through the bars.

She does as she's told, eager. Finishes her food faster than she should, and by the time the vampire returns she has books in hand, already on her feet. Unsubtly, she moves from one to the other to ease her pent-up expectation--

--and then Lenore holds up the collar and leash. Incredulity sweeps across her face like the spread of blood from a stab-wound, one brow darting toward her hairline, every line of her silently communicating what the actual fuck?

"You want me to walk out of here. Wearing…a collar and leash," her tone is flat, lip twitching, like she can't decide whether to laugh or scowl, "you know I could just yank it straight out of your hands, right? Like, it would do jack shit to stop me if I was feeling feisty."

Yes, she'd heard the word symbol in there. It doesn't make it feel anymore...discomforting. However, it's already playing on her mind that she hasn't outright said 'no'.