"Yeah, but you didn't hear that from me." She shrugged, folding her arms and sighing. "I had hoped I'd get a night with Ramazanov before I was completely taken off the market, but here we are, I guess."
At his request, she looked up at him, thought for a few seconds, and then nodded.
"Yes, Sir." She bit her lip, and then spoke again. "You know, I told you a long time ago that I always ensure all my creations have a fail-safe on them for my personal use. I didn't technically invent this, but I presumed my tweaking was enough of my signature to add this. For emergencies, of course. I would suggest I deactivate it now remotely, but frankly? There's no good outcome there. She would either come to me to fix it immediately or just torture me for 'failure', or the collar would aggravate her victim and she end up injured with no real method of protection. I don't know what she plans to do."
"So...what if I gave you the spell - essentially - render it into a useless strap of leather. It was inadvertently destroy its own magical wiring from the inside out. I would have to recreate the entire thing but...revenge may not be as sweet or dangerous for her. After all, you could always claim to have read my notes whilst I was away." She hinted, clearly wanting nothing to do with the blame for this.