"There we are," he murmurs once Cullen's other wrist is bound to the headboard. He sits back a moment, admiring his work -- admiring how Cullen looks, half-naked, arms trussed above his head. "Good man."

He'd definitely look better full-naked, Alistair decides.

So finally -- mercifully -- he finishes undoing the laces of Cullen's trousers, working them (and Cullen) free.