"I prefer to reserve the spectacle for the center of my focus," he hissed playfully, worked a few buttons undone.

"They are the one that need to learn a lesson. Why should anyone else get to have the pleasure of the spectacle... when it can instead just be mine?"

He snapped his fingers. In a slender strip of gold, rope came to life, shimmered, then dulled. For his smaller body, he had the strength to move Alastor however he wanted. Yet there was a care... a restraint.

But the touch was still firm as he took those arms and moved them overhead against the sheets, and the rope slithered like a snake to neatly bind the wrists together. Their size difference demanded that he lean in close to move those arms of his, which granted him the opportunity to ease against a fluffy ear:

"It's your turn to keep the word in mind."