“Good.” And he resumes what he was doing before, keeping a watchful eye in the meantime.

Later, thoroughly exhausted and completely spent, he reaches with one hand to begin loosening those knots (wrists, at least, because there had been inevitable movement --the rest is easy enough to slip out of). Then he falls back on the bed with a soft moan of exclamation.

It had definitely been worth the wait, worth drawing things out. With a peek towards Hasibe, he doesn’t wait for her reaction, simply moves forward with eager bliss to kiss her again.

(There’s a familiar, coppery taste with heat behind it, but it barely registers as he sinks back down into the mattress.)