There's a schnick sound of a dog-collar being affixed to Mokou's throat. She gives a tug on it to lean forward, a fiendish look in her eyes. "Do you like my little toy?" she whispered in a low voice. "It's what I had to put up with all of those orders to get. I think you might find it's very... persuasive with unruly pets."

One might even call the experience... shocking if Mokou was thinking of being difficult.