( the metal is bent in a delicate filigree around her wrists, cuffing them together. but he'd wrapped soft red silk silk around her skin first so there wouldn't be any abrasions where the metal rests. he doesn't care when he's the one being tied up, but he's always careful with sheryl. it's not about any supposed frailty, it's just... how he is.

she's sprawled across his lap, still fully clothed, and he directs her wrists to rest behind her head. he can't help but to lean down and kiss the crown of her hair, thoughtful and soft. sheryl's a little stricter when she's in charge, but mako's always been a soft touch where his lovers are concerned.

being a pedant, though, is the least of all his flaws. )

Well, technically they're not mine.

( he's lucky he's been dating her long enough to actually clue into these sorts of things, though, so before she can say anything or be exasperated by his literalism he shakes his head. )

Uh... I mean. ( a cough. then, in a sort of stage whisper, ) Should I roleplay? Do you want to be some criminal I've picked up for... I don't know, 'reform' or something?