Immediately Dane started clawing at the collar. That brief touch of his power, snatched away so fast, had left him more frantic than before. He felt around the claps, trying to undo it. But Osiris, in all of his devious ways, had designed it so it wouldn't come undone for the the person wearing it.

He tried to glare at the man, but those freaky eyes made him feel more freaked out than the touch of his skin. "Never!" He howled. Since noise wasn't working, he shifted tactics. He tried to think of everything he could think of that a rat would hate. Traps. Cats. Hawks. Vicious dogs. All doing what they did best to small, furry rodents.