"Very few of those rogue types are civilized enough to offer their loyalty, I think," he said, "But that's fine with me. There's nothing liek the thrill of the hunt."

And with that, he conjured up his collar from the place he had stored it (a place he'd never told anyone about, just to be safe) and clamped it over his neck, returning him to his usual form. As much as he'd love to light up the city, if a human saw him in his true form he'd be stuck owing them a favor, and that was never fun.