At her words, he did not respond, but turned so his neck was in the moonlight- and if she were to notice, it illuminated scars lining his neck, notably claw marks- or.. human finger nails, to be more precise. And the story would speak for itself-
and it was as such, that the moon light was showing in just a way she might be able to spot it, even as the dull metal of the collar also caught the attention of the moon.
Though after a moment, he sighed and leaned away, leaning his head towards a darker, more shadow casted set of bars within his cell. He knew not what to say to her, but instead, stared off to observe the freedom of the world she spoke of- where the crickets hummed in chorus and the night birds were calling in the rustling shadows of midnight.
And he did wonder, and did desire to be free- and in that moment, found himself curious again what it would feel like to be a person on the other side of the bars...