Joshua pauses in thought for a moment, thinking on her request...

The collar had given him a great deal of trouble for the past year and a half... there was a great deal of extraordinary hatred and bitter sorrow put into it. It marked him as a prisoner, almost as much as the scar on his face or the bar code on his shoulderblade...

"I'll consider it... This collar isn't exactly an unextraordinary trinket I can pass off so unceremoniously."