"I want you," Lenore stated simply, glancing at Gideon with calm expectation. "And I want you wearing that collar. If I decide the collar has served adequate purpose, I will let you know. Until then, you will wear it."

She's not ruling out the possibility of a prize hunting hound. Really, Lenore thinks that Gideon should just be grateful that the leash isn't making a reappearance. Yet.

"Go on," Lenore says, the tiniest hint of sharpness in her tone, since she expects to be obeyed. "Hurry up."