Vanderly looked up at the rigging, a blush coloring his face as he considered it.  The expectation quicken his pulse and he gazed wide eyed at his precious bear. "I should like that very well, Pookie." he purred back in a breathy voice. He found the right lead to lower it, marveling at his father's clockwork mechanisms that brought the system lower with tantalizing but soft thunks of the cogs.  The motion was smooth, but some of the cogs seemed more for sound effect that function.  He  painstakingly began the process of trussing Pookie into the rig, taking guidance from him on how to do it properly<br/><br/>While Vanderly straddled Pookie's right leg, back to his head, there was a firm knock at the outer door. Vanderly was instantly annoyed, until the sound of Kimps cordial greeting reached his ears.   "My queen? Great one. Your meal has arrived."<br/><br/>Vanderly considered the situation.  Him naked save his boots, Pookie half bound and set in the rigging. He turned and crawled up the bears body, purposely brushing his boots against his sex roughly.  "Shall we let him in?" He asked in hushed tones once he was close to his ear, as if he was a naughty child inviting a friend to join in his shenanigans.