"Speak a language they understand," Kai suggests, but he's tucking the knife back away to tug the collar off from this stranger's neck. Kai's eyes are a deep purple, and his arms and hands are covered in scales. His fingers curl a little in, partway to claws, but it's not enough to keep him from working the latch open.

"It probably would have worked even better with some iron." There's simply the minor problem of the issues that iron would cause Kai himself.