"Of course. We can sit down with a solicitor. That is what you Englishmen like to do, isn't it? Contracts?"

With another swallow, she leans back in her seat once more, and turns to catch another member of the staff like the Queen she once had been. Calling her down with a soft smile that glimmers gently.

"I need another glass, we are celebrating the start of a contract if you please?"

It does the trick, and the woman coos and nods then reach over to bring the glass and the whole bottle in celebration for them. "In the meantime, pick whatever collar you wish. I will cover the bill of it, have it sent to me. Just make sure it has gold in some form. Saffron and gold are the colours of my house."