[It'll probably need more than one wash by the time they get to dungeons, or possibly if she intends to keep using it as a leash-slash-muzzle. A truly versatile weapon, both on and off the battlefield... Though Nora probably wouldn't appreciate it even if it wasn't being used to choke him down to size. Seriously, what kind of weapon even is this.

Regardless of his beef with it, it holds fast and is surprisingly sturdy even under his gnashing teeth; he growls a little when Caren does her thing, partly a warning and partly for lack of any other way to react. He would be backing up if he had room; he has a squirmy, uncomfortable feeling that this is not what you do with boots, in a fight or otherwise.]

Well... [and now there's a bit of maneuvering going on here, where Nora pivots and scrunches up slightly to set his heels against Caren's single boot that's resting on the ground; this happens all in a flash, albeit not really sneakily, and then he's grabbed a length of the shawl in both hands and yanked -- hoping to catch her by surprise and throw her off-balance] I already said you can't have me!