"Teach you to comply without asking questions." There was a coldness to Liam's tone as he yanked one of the cuffs off Dorian's ankle. He held a firm grip on Dorian's ankle as if he expected immediate disobedience, fingers passing firm into almost bruising territory.

"With how eager you were. In everything. I expected fewer questions." He yanked the now free leg over to the one still fastened to the bed. Picking up one of the abandoned straps, he set to hastily lashing them together, always as though expecting a fight with every shift or movement.