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The demon rolled his eyes, and therefore missed Charlie's downwards glance. "What a rubbish excuse." He sighed. "Hey, at least I didn't tie your legs up." He pointed out. "Although, I did consider it..." He purred.

"Oh, Jesus." Charlie squeaked, blinking. He was pretty glad Elos hadn't tied up his legs- that would have made it a lot harder to struggle. "You're... I don't even have the words."

Elos tilted his head to look at Charlie. Even though this was the first time he'd attempted this kind of thing seriously, the human seemed oddly on edge. Almost... Distracted. Why? "Do you really hate the idea of being tied up that much?" He asked.

((Ugh, I'm going. See you tomorrow!))

Nope, would be the honest answer. But no way was Charlie even going to consider telling Elos that.
"I hate the idea of my legs being tied up." He said instead, which was true.

((Okay.))

Elos continued to look at Charlie. "... So, do you like having your wrists tied up?" He asked slyly, grinning widely.

Charlie hesitated, trying to decide on what his reply would be by judging his skill at lying against how likely is was Elos would see through said lie.
"I don't like it." He finally answered, poking at his lip ring with his tongue.

Elos raised an eyebrow. He hadn't been expecting that answer. "But...?" He prompted.

"No but." Charlie lied outright, shifting on the bed and again tugging uselessly at the binds.

Elos sighed a little. "Really?" He asked flatly, not believing that for a moment.

"Really." Charlie lied again, looking away from the bindings on his wrists to stare at the ceiling.