[Even such a brief implication of what Elias wants makes his skin thrum, alight with anticipation. He has seen others in this city caught in intricate ropework, their arms and legs bound, their skin wearing marks of elaborate patterns when they'd finished. At the carnivals and festivals, there had been demonstrations, Dominants making artwork of their Submissives, coiling ropes around them until they were impressively displayed and at their mercy.

Albus has never been tied or bound in this city, nor has it been offered to him before. If someone else had asked, he might hesitate. But the truth of the matter was, for good or for ill, he trusted Elias enough that no reluctance appeared.]

Well. How could I refuse, when you suggest it so nicely?