[ Rather than halt him with the Force she lets him back up, trying to stay away from her. She doesn't even change her pace. Just steadily walks toward him, only a twitch of a predator's smirk on her lips when he eventually runs out of space behind him. Sometimes she wonders if he drags out the inevitable on purpose or if in such instances he really thinks there's a chance of the outcome changing.
It's only when he's backed himself in a corner — metaphorically or literally — that she lifts a hand to still him at last, although she only uses just enough power to do that. ]
A downgrade? Why, it's more the opposite. I would think you'd like more freedom of motion than being kept in a glorified cage all the time.
[ Not that he's going to be able to wander wherever he wants, but that'll be explained soon enough.
Once in his space she reaches out to brush her fingers along his throat, the side of his neck, almost a caress really, before she moves to place the collar around his neck. It's essentially a perfect fit, loose enough to slip a finger or two between skin and metal if necessary. The inside layer is even smoother than the outside though a different type of metal, no sharp edges to catch on or rough spots to rub and cause discomfort. There's some weight to it, like there's more to it than can be seen, but no loose parts to rattle or otherwise make noise when the collar moves.
As the lock clicks into place she can't help but smile to herself, brushing her thumb along the metal to confirm the pieces fit flush together. There's no switch or clasp that can be felt, which was a very purposeful request on her part, not simply because she doesn't trust anyone else but because even though she's been slowly breaking down Poe's resistance and will to escape she knows better than to underestimate him on that count.
She takes a half step back and makes a slight gesture with her hand to release him from the invisible hold, having only wanted to restrain him so she could put the collar on him without incident. ]
I took the liberty of having you measured while you were in the medbay. Wouldn't want anything too tight around that pretty neck of yours. Other than my hands, of course.
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It's only when he's backed himself in a corner — metaphorically or literally — that she lifts a hand to still him at last, although she only uses just enough power to do that. ]
A downgrade? Why, it's more the opposite. I would think you'd like more freedom of motion than being kept in a glorified cage all the time.
[ Not that he's going to be able to wander wherever he wants, but that'll be explained soon enough.
Once in his space she reaches out to brush her fingers along his throat, the side of his neck, almost a caress really, before she moves to place the collar around his neck. It's essentially a perfect fit, loose enough to slip a finger or two between skin and metal if necessary. The inside layer is even smoother than the outside though a different type of metal, no sharp edges to catch on or rough spots to rub and cause discomfort. There's some weight to it, like there's more to it than can be seen, but no loose parts to rattle or otherwise make noise when the collar moves.
As the lock clicks into place she can't help but smile to herself, brushing her thumb along the metal to confirm the pieces fit flush together. There's no switch or clasp that can be felt, which was a very purposeful request on her part, not simply because she doesn't trust anyone else but because even though she's been slowly breaking down Poe's resistance and will to escape she knows better than to underestimate him on that count.
She takes a half step back and makes a slight gesture with her hand to release him from the invisible hold, having only wanted to restrain him so she could put the collar on him without incident. ]
I took the liberty of having you measured while you were in the medbay. Wouldn't want anything too tight around that pretty neck of yours. Other than my hands, of course.