Canatrix realized that her title would probably be debated for some time and there were more important things to fight for at the moment.  Perhaps it was simply too complicated for the proud beast to understand.

As the beast countinued though, her mistress laughed.  [Color=salmon]"Ask you? Did you not call us food the moment you viewed your new visage?"[/color]  To the sorceress asking a dragon for aid was like a rabit hopping into the den of a wolf to have a philosophical debate.

The sorceress contemplated showing the dragon the other various equipment in the 'familiar bag', but decided after a few seconds to keep them as surprises.  Instead, the bag rest in her lap.  [Color=salmon]"Do not complain of being bound to me, beast.  I like to think of myself as a kind mistress who is not too quick to discipline her familiars.  If you are obedient I will permit you to enter your dragon form at times."[/color] A hand ran over the bag though as she started to consider using the tools within and a slightly sadistic smile crossed her face.

In reality though, she preferred to settle things through discussion.  Looking at the frustrated dragon though, she couldn't resist the urge to tease such a powerful beast.  [Color=salmon]"Besides, that collar looks cute on a pet like you.  This suits you."[/color]