[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Indeed, mistress, as the will of Heaven doth yoke even the mightiest monarchs. Allow me, please."

Taking the dainty clasp in his long, gaunt fingers, the Fisher-King stoops to administer the restraint to the tiny animal. Mousse, for its part, does little to resist, only sniffing inquisitively at the open wounds it knows lie beneath his gauntlets and gloves. The Lord of Carbonec has the leash attached in short order, which he proceeds to offer to his Master.