Price looks contentedly, scanning you up and down. Collar tightens around your neck with the movement of his hand on the leash, cutting off almost all air. Now you are muzzled by his command.

«Come on, say woof-woof.»

It is obvious that he is mocking, but you still obediently fulfill the request. He freezes for a second, but then his eyes light up with fire and he pulls you closer by the leash.

«It’s not for nothing that I put a muzzle on you, otherwise you would have bitten me.»