"Don't you mean just the one?" He quipped, though his voice was lacking the right amount of humor to make it sound lighthearted. It just sounded tired, honestly. Though, after all this time, he really shouldn't be so surprised the solution always turns out to be an opportunity for sex. He just couldn't help the initial protest that always popped up.

He twisted his wrists in their bindings. Not trying to break out of them, but trying to figure out how far he could move. It wasn't much.

"We could deal with this directly, but..." He shifted again, a little irritably. "...how is that possible like this? I cannot move my arms from this position."