Dark blue leather snugly wrapped around his neck, a leash in a matching color attached to it by a metal ring that was polished to perfection. The leather, as it was gently choking him, wasn't irritating to his skin - it felt bearable. Expensive, but the remarkable craftsmanship makes it worth it.

It looks even better when you're the one holding the leash, not that Vergil would ever admit that. He was too busy grumbling to himself about how humiliating this was, how you had no right to treat him, Vergil, Son of Sparda, this way - yet he let you do it anyway. Short strangled yelps leave him as you tug on his leash. “Watch it!” He hisses, but again - makes no serious effort to wrangle himself free.