[He tilts his head back and regards Nyx over his shoulder as the elder seems to be attempting to gauge what sort of mattress it was for himself. He can't help but smile, even faintly, as he moves to his feet to comply.

And. Soon enough, he's lying on the other side of it - turned to face him. Cosy indeed. And it's not like he cares what any passers-by might think. So. He keeps his eyes on Nyx's face, raising his hand, wrist upward, next to Nyx's own.]

Yes, but you'll have to secure them to the top rail of the headboard. It's the only one with enough room for the cuff. With that considered, you'll either have to keep your session boringly short... or have someone in a quite considerable amount of pain by the time you're quite finished.

[He pauses.]

You seem far too nice for the latter. Regardless, you'll have nowhere to secure your victim's feet with this bed. And that's half the fun.

[And finally! He shifts, again.]

And again, this mattress is far too soft.