That would certainly be a relief to Jack, who was... not nervous, precisely, but a little wary due to not knowing quite what to expect from Andrei.

He flinched happily at that snap of rope, and grinned widely, flicking a glance towards the bed and then looking back at Nora, his gaze always drawn back to her like a moth to a flame.

"Sounds perfect," he said contentedly, itching for it already but waiting like a good boy for her order to move.

Or for her to move him herself, as she had a thrilling tendency to do.