He nods once.
There's a flash of movement, and she's pinned to the wall, sweaty, dirty, leaving chalk handprints on the wall, doesn't matter. He's behind her, kissing her neck, holding her, restrained by his grip instead of ropes this time, his body against her bare back.
He frees a hand, reaching down. "Acceptable." he agrees, keeping the speech, anyway, formal.
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