He let out an almost explosive breath when she finally agreed, watching her with wide, dark eyes as she came closer, and nodding fervently in response to her not-quite-question. He'd be good - he'd be so, so good - and it wasn't even about getting untied, it was about wanting to be good for her.

"Please," he said again, softer this time, shivering hard at that barely-there stroke down his arm, so very nearly what he wanted, and yet nowhere near enough.